Imagining a perfect world
A lone
But well-aware of those that care
And dream similarly even within
This mysterious world
Somehow I still am able to be surprised
Stimulated
Awoken
Life’s offerings plentiful
Whether the same, new, or well-earned
Somehow despite the many possible reasons
To remain coldhearted, bitter
I cannot because I still laugh
Dream and speculate
Reach out and often grasp
Something of significance and understanding
Find balance
When I most need it
Or least expect it
See the horizon before the sun
Somehow I know everything will be alright
Having already overcome many obstacles
When love is lost
Or forgiveness given
Learn to love more wholeheartedly
Cherishingly
Find hope
Make a choice
To believe only what is seen
Maybe sometimes it can only be that way
Yet at times
Believe in something much greater
By: Amara Van Orden
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