// Essence of a Dream//

I’m seeing things I don’t want to see, I suppose that’s a part of life.

Is it an omen I saw you last night, repeated pause before I take flight.

Was your presence creeping around in dreams, an ongoing struggle to get off the boat, My strength not pressured to that of the streams, my body with holes; stay afloat.

I like to think I’ve the stamina of a Kenyan, the willingness of an ox, the patience of a surgeon, and the slyness of a fox.

But I am not those things, though I truly try to believe; I am just a little girl with the essence of a dream.

// Revenge burns all down to the ground floor//

Show me your fire and I’ll throw you my dirt. Once it’s out of my hands I’ll be clean of this mess; All you will be is extinguished.

You will burn bridges and pathways, while I will be the soils that lay the foundations of growth. The spawn of my trees will become fruitful and lively. Some will provide sustenance, while others may be the primary building block of the bridges I may come to erect.

It is vital to the decency towards others that we shall accept that letting go is not the end of the world, but rather the start of something new. I apologize if I have offended, but I will not be pulled to the low degree of your backstabbing solutions. We should learn from our mistakes, not continue to folly and plummet from them. I choo se to hold myself to a higher standard.