Poem: Believe

Photo credit: Eli DeFaria

I was young with dreams;

that seems impossible to speak:

so I wrote invisible words,

in the earth of my dreams;

My dreams vanish when I met him:

and the wind came, erase hope,

so I had to re-write a new dream;

my work became harder, the core

of my inner self felt low;

this time I had to drew strength,

believe, and trust in the silence:

that I should, “trust,  love large,

forgive, and there, true joy leap within!”

Empress Journee