Raw

Shattered dreams. This is not one of my best pieces and it feels as though I am leaving it undone. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.

It makes me feel raw
When the dreams I thought I saw
Shatter in my face
And no longer have a place
In my life

There is strife

Where do I turn
When there's nothing left to learn?
And I feel like I'm not living
Despite the lessons I've been given

There's despair
Everywhere

I'm stuck on this carousel
And Piece by piece is
Fabricated from hell

The only way to get out of this dread
Is through those massive gates ahead
I fear that instead of welcoming charms
I'll be served with rejection and emotional harms

Step by step
I'll make my way
No matter how long it takes
To a brighter day

Author's Note

I am hoping that my readers will see that when one door shuts another will indeed open. I hope they can get some comfort out of this poem to keep on going and heading towards that brighter day.