What’s the point?

What’s the point of inspiration
If there’s no one to inspire?
And if there’s nothing to ignite
Why would I try to start a fire?
I write to set my demons free
I write to give whats in my heart
But why create another world
If no one wants to be a part?
Do you think my words are selfish?
Or is there just no time to care?
Your absence looms inside my mind
And still you’re not even aware
You used to move me and amaze me
But now it all seems so rehearsed
What would you do? How would you feel
If this was somehow all reversed?
You want to reach out, touch their hearts
You want the world to know your name
But you can’t even comprehend
That someone else would want the same
So I’ll sit and write these words
That you will never even read
Despite myself, it’s your approval
That I still want…though I don’t need

Lost in a dream

I have been running for so long
I can’t remember how to stop
I’ve been climbing up for years
And find I’m surprised to reach the top
I ached, I longed to find this gem
And now it sits here in my hand
I was familiar with my grief
But not this dream where I now stand
I am so thankful and so grateful
And yet I feel a little lost
I guess I never quite believed
In case I could not bear the cost
I was so focused on the process
There was so little room for hope
I shut off half of who I was
It was the only way to cope
Now I stand here in the sunlight
And I don’t quite know what to do
I should just breathe in and enjoy it
After all that we’ve been through
But it’s so strange and so surreal
When I’d resigned myself to dark
The only light I thought I knew
A rare and feeble little spark
I’m overwhelmed beyond belief
I’m scared, I’m happy and I’m free
Of all the bitterness and pain
That had so long surrounded me
I’m scared to close my eyes in case
A nightmare takes it all away
The words are bursting in my heart
And yet….I don’t know what to say

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