A dream is fragile, whimsical as a balloon on a string
Yet, when a balloon is let loose into the sky, when it disconnects from whoever holds it, it takes on a durability.
A dignity of purpose that can make me believe it could float unharmed around the world.
I'm ready not sure who's looking back at me.
My heart is fueled by pain but I always have smiles on
I'm on a mission to finding myself
To seek for that person that's waiting to be found
I don't want to find the person that people want me to be
I'm a lost soul, a naive child who has probably seen enough©Poems of Maryam