Growing Pains

I long to sleep hours of a dream.

I long to wake up on a day of freedom.

I want to live once in my life, 

before death - beyond birth.

To wander to the shadows, shining

'Till the bitter end.

Life is defined by our nightmares and dreams.
We create our own little realities.

We are only alive when we have awakened at the core.

So listen to your calling.

It takes a fall to be grounded,

A leap to feel the rush.

We must feel pain in order to grow our wings.

 

Author's Note

I sweet thing to remember when feeling down in the depths.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree.
"We create our own little realities.
We are only alive when we have awakened at the core.
So listen to your calling."
We must know our calling. We need purpose to know some kind of peace. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Nyu]

"We need purpose to know some kind of peace." That is such a beautiful truth. I love the way you described it. Thank you :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Jamie]

'We must feel pain in order to grow our wings'

So true and such a heartfelt write I really enjoyed this :)

[Nyu]

Aw I'm so glad, and feel understood. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. I'm happy that you enjoyed it.

[Jamie]

You're welcome :) the style and flow of this is fantastic :)