This tears they fall,
It’s a silent downpour,
Probably a cry for release,
From a cage that I locked myself in.
The walls stained with dreams,
The rust on the iron clasping,
Post retiring to fate,
Choosing not to fight,
I raise my hand one more time,
Dare to dream again,
To let the sunshine in
And grease the parts that are creaking out,
Only to be hit with another wave of grief,
You’re not good enough,
We’ll not consider it at this time,
You have an incredible profile, but…
BUT..
It’s become something that I seem to keep expecting,
Glazed on, so bold you could read it from miles out,
That right there is the tale of disappointment.
Failure is meant to push you forward, I know…
I’ve had this TED talk to myself one time too many,
But how many times does one need to fail to throw in the towel,
To realize that it is a cycle of despondence,
Like a Ferris wheel,
The illusion that you are at the top,
Then thrust down as if to remind you of your measly state of self,
And if all your strength is not gutted out,
You go for yet another cycle.
Dare to dream again,
Hold on to what’s left of hope,
Build back up…
And just when it is within reach,
You lose your grip on it.
******
This tears they fall,
It’s a loud downpour,
I can hold on no longer,
It’s a dance that I don’t know the steps to anymore,
I don’t have the strength any more to hang on,
To try and dream again,
To smile in the face of loss,
It got to me…
It really did.
