In the End

In the End

In the end

I may feel silly,

everything may be lost,

my heart may break.

In the end

it may not be worth it,

I may have to be a terrible cost,

my soul may bend.

In the end

I may wish

I never had this dream in mind.

I may want someone else to be mine.

In the end

this dream may die,

my world may change,

my heart may run away.

But in the end

my soul will not break,

my heart will mend,

and life will go on,

so I will try,

and I will struggle.

I will fight for this dream.

whether I win or lose

I will try so that

in the end

I can say

this was the best way,

this was my way,

my dream to live my life,

my life to work for my dreams.

In the end

my soul will not break,

my heart will mend,

and life will go on.

(Just a fast poem in the morning. Please let me know what you think)

You (unedited)

Calm my mind,

like a gentle breeze.

Please, wash away my insecurities

in a loving river.

Teach my how to sing the songs

that the care free birds sing.

Do not want to worry about tomorrow?

 I will try to let tomorrow worry about itself.

Breathe your calming spirit in

and I will breathe my anxiety out.

Today I will remember your gentle breeze,

your loving river,

and live.

Please, feel free to give feedback or comments below.

marching

(please note that this is a quick, not edited poem)

March, March

Marching to the beat of life

Droning on and on

Work, work and work

to keep your head a float.

When all of a sudden you realize

there was a misstep;

a stumble somewhere down the road

that sent a ripple

to your very soul.

Breath in the ripple,

the change in pace.

Relax into the realization,

your life is about to change.

Now march again to a different pace.

March now to the song in your own head.

And watch as the days do not drone on.

Listen to work being done as you continue to hum.

This life is yours to live so live.

Dreamer of plans.

Dreamer of plans.

I wish to be like a fish swimming in the sea.

I wish to be a caged bird set free.

I wish and I wish,

while I dream and think.

I want to be in a different life.

I want to be some one’s wife.

I want and want

while I dream and think.
I need to know what I am doing,

where my life is going.

I need to be on one path,

and figure out the direction I’m walking.

I need and need

while I dream and think.

Oh, so many thoughts and dreams

cascades down my mind.

Filling my brain with impossible plans.

Fearless, strong, and wonderful plans.

Plans that when started fall short

as the other plans start to be thought.

Plans where success and happiness

wrap around me like warm hugs;

plans seem possible,

until other thoughts take their place.

This is why I wish and want

and think I need,

while I dream and think.

This is why I dream and think.