Dreams

I sometimes confide in my tears. Even if it means a few struggles to breathe, Or simply muttering things unclear.. Each of our struggles are hard to define. Some try to make sense of it, The rest of us try hard not to lose our inner child.. There are ratios of pain, It comes and goes, unfortunately a very small amount still remains untold.. As we grow older, we choose our paths, It could be for growth, a new career or just a fresh start. It's a choice that we all have to make. We abide by it by going through tenacious and tentative days. The goal is to build the loving warmth of a place, Where you feel safer, loved and sane. A place which is filled with light, Huge windows to let in plenty of fresh breeze, A sweet little backyard filled with alluring flower beds and butterflies. I know for now it's just a dream, But the manifestation has just begun.