The White Crayon

Maybe someday I’d get there without regret
because I got the chance to taste the rain
And count the colors of the sunset
Even though all the while I’ve always kept the pain

Maybe someday I’d know how it feels
when the warmth of spring grazes my face.
While the winds dance along with the daffodils
my heart aches as I turn away with grace.

Maybe someday I’d be part of the world,
then I’d belong and at last be found
Among the intricate lies I have slurred
I built a prison deeply rooted to the ground.

Maybe someday I’ll be free, though broken
No longer encumbered by that thought
I’ll open my mouth full of words unspoken,
ridden of the nightmares I so recklessly fought.

Maybe someday.


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