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The Wish
Colette M. Friedman |
I am riding the rain
Slowly numbing like a needle to my vain
Been pushing the wind for so very long
Shaking the odds, but the mix is all wrong
Fighting the numbness, my spirit wails
Yet he maneuvers the wind behind his sails
Gliding like a warrior he tramples my dreams
My intentions, my energy, are amiss it seems
The cry of the wind, the serge of the storm
One pulse, one thought, in malevolent form
Explaining, reasoning, I can even ask
But self will and control remain on task
So I see it, smell it. I can touch the hate
I realize this dilemma could be my fate
I wish for a voice so soft to my ears
To guide my emotions, finances, and fears
I wish for a dream so long overdue
But the wish in this dream does not include you
It is of my children, our souls, where we all are free
Embracing our dreams as WE WISH them to be
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