By Faith Powers
I wanted to give up.
Let go of my body and let go to sleep forever.
Positivity recedes.
Pessimism supersedes all beliefs.
I lost though at held my body.
The gravity thou at lost.
Then I heard a cry.
He called!
The long dead dream sprouted.
Planted dreams, blossomed.
The Ray on my skin.
The dying flower.
Rose and danced again!
