In my mind I am a great power and force,
Speaking my truth and staying my course.
Manifesting with great intentions,
Speaking my being into existence.
But I find myself with this great fear,
That I’m a fraud… oh my dear.
I have this huge idea in my head,
Of what my life will be and who I am.
That I will have a romantic love,
Complete with bells and doves.
And yet I fall for the impossible every day,
That of which I cannot see a clear way.
How do I be the powerful one,
Who is beloved and lives in fun.
When I think I may be taking away
Someone’s freedom every day.
I fear commitment, love and hope,
Because I’m use to hanging by a rope.
And no matter how I look at it,
I hear the words from my past come back
Hope…. Breeds … misery.
About the Creator
Lane Burns
I am a Poet and an inspiring short story, one day novel writer.
I like to write in free verse mostly, but am heavily inspired by Emily Dickenson, and tend to create my own rules and ideas as well.
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