healed

I hate myself weak, and loath myself cry,

In all my existence I braved the foul sky,

the one that attempts to bring your wings down,

by wind, light and thunder that I left behind.

My flight was so swift and did never pretend,

that my life was harder, a lie never made.

Could never remember the last time I cared,

to cheat for a victory, not needing I swear.

My writings are simply too dark these last days,

I don't want to see a reflection, a mirror, my face.

I know I will heal with time once again,

but strength lacking now, forgive my loud pain.

I know that a balance must ever exist,

to love so intensely a price there must be.

A young generation of lovers will be,

that still have the strength to this path, try to see.

I am very tired of the games people play,

to get what they want, to throw me away,

to tell me that love is Chimera and fake,

and that everyone suffers and no one can change.

I thought had the power to show this poor world,

that love is stronger and I yet can give more.

No matter how selfish some people can be,

with love you could change them, like it transformed me.

But age has its toll, and grow weaker each day,

to gain back the force I need love to help me.

To whisper me kindness, to hear what I need:

That healed I will be... when I wake from this dream.