To live for dreams or reality? Life is easier when my head is wandering in the clouds of endless possibility. I walk past the homeless numb to their affliction. I listen to the radio, songs a happy melody scheduled between the hourly news I seem to be deaf to.
My dreams are fun. My reality is painful. Actually, my reality is one of ease, yet I feel the reality of society leach into my soul.
I feel. I hear. I watch. I seek. I wonder. This makes my reality uncomfortable.
My teardrops pool, grieving a toddlers loss of purity, stripped by a drunken uncle. My heart quickens with the child’s, paralyzed with fear as drones hum impending doom. My voice breaks with the hearts of orphans forced to find their place in the world without parents. I buckle in admiration for the little girls who transform into strong men. I grieve for those little girls who dream of change yet feel trapped by societies expectations.
There are days when I need to cloud myself to escape the pain of others. To clear my mind, so tomorrow, I can lace my gloves with words that fight the evil’s of humanity.
It’s a cheerful day when life’s mislaid. My head’s amongst the clouds
The hum below is evils show. I soar above the crowds
Timely sin, won’t strip my grin, when ears are cuffed by white
I breath amongst the puff filled sky, to float above your fight
Soon you’ll see, the fight in me, but I need this time to rest
Soon I’ll bleed and write to free. Humanity my quest
Image: By ii2eaper, I bleed Colors
R. E Williams, 2016