My Machine

My heart is a resilient machine.
Though broken a multitude of times it still performs the work it was created to do.
Ticking, beating, bleeding, propelling life, it survives.
How marvelous is its craftsmanship.
It’s the very engine of my soul; hidden beneath my bosom.

The Dream

I’m high.
Soaring above every circumstance, chin pointed towards the sky.

I rise.

I’m free.
Daring to achieve my dreams and be everything I ever desired to

be. Free to be me.

I’m open.
Reaching out, trusting, sharing, loving and focused. No longer

broken.

I’m light.
Illuminating the dark with my spark, making sense of my plight.

Day replaces night.

I’m hope.
Expecting, receiving and faithful that I can cope. But then I

awoke.

I’m low.
I’m bound.
I’m closed.
I’m dark.
I’m incorrigible.
Nothing is ever what it seems.
It was all a dream.
I’m still me.