What I want

I feel small, but want to reach for the stars. I feel alone, but want to be in a mass. I feel gloom, but want to commemorate. I feel hollow, but want to be complete. I feel submerged, but want to breathe. I feel engulfed, but want to break out. I feel irate, but want to sit in tranquilly. I feel feeble, but want to be in control.

I want to dance….but I don’t have the steps.
I want to sing….but don’t have the pipes.
I want to smile….but don’t have the strength.
I want to love…..but don’t have the heart.

When did what I want fade away?  

Reviews

[Emily B]

it's still there, somewhere