the Story of My Life Part 1

The story of my life

Sometimes I feel like I don’t have one to tell

But there are so many good parts to the story

When I think about all that has changed, I just realize every day is forever changing

Expectations are the only anxiety I subscribe to unwillingly

I wish I could clear my head of all previous thought

 

Before, I was a dancer

I was beautiful

Darkness surrounded my soul

I lived to die

Every single day tears fell from my eyes

Though they were always filled with light

 

I used to be a lover

So many chances to love

To fill my desire

And when I look back I remember the pain

The unspoken violence

My voice sucked into my throat as I went along with yet another

My chances at love may as well of hung on the wall

Or sat on a shelf

I was not ready until today

Today I could love

Presently, I could carry on my desire as I want to see it, act on it, in it

(mostly)

 

These events I never believed I would recover from

Made me outwardly carry a strength I always believed was there

Yet I recognize how there is always a long path ahead

I hope mine has trees lining the walk

Possibly that person at the end

Limited expectations

Limitless stars to gaze on

Most importantly, I

 

The past has showed me the need to lay down all expectation

This night, I confront the difficulties I will have to embrace in doing so

 

Today as well as the days and years behind me,

I am a voice

Other’s needs before me

I try to answer the call

Singing loudly for fulfillment

Finding satisfaction I used to look for all around me

 

The story of my life is long and thick

Filled with tales to tell

Laughter, tears

Determination

At the end

You will find me