2/23/2009

My heart rate increases as my mind grows weary.
My feelings have exceeded my body's capacity,
and are beginning to flow freely to the public eye.
I try to brace myself for what's ahead, but I can't see.
It's dark, therefore I am afraid.
It is not the fear of what I may come across,
but more so my fear of the unknown, I think.
I continue walking into this dark place called Wonder.
I am immediately attacked by Wonder's doubts;
What can you accomplish?
What will you achieve?
What makes you worthy?
I begin to run, to escape it's torment,
but I get no where far.
We never judge ourselves fairly,
because for so long we are simply our favorite critics.
It's hard to look at my reflection
with a judgmental eye:
questioning and criticizing,
pointing out flaws, and making things better.
In your eyes, I am a flaw within myself
but in my eyes, I couldn't be better.
I guess it's best that I take a step backwards
and take apart the hands of time
just to bring things to a halt, even for a second,
to bring a smile upon my face
and give myself a round of applause
as opposed to being tortured in Wonder's land.