One of a life absent from migraine headaches that hold me back, and absent from the things deep within me I've tried to understand, and kill with black words- yet cannot hold, and cannot improve.
I dream.. just once.. to finally enjoy the results of my helpless sleepless nights, and fighting to keep my eyes open as I struggle to reach the day's final goal once again. Of becoming that one thing so many others have achieved before me, with such ease.
A dream that spawns some tangible meaning from just one small reward from my many years of digging, frustration and toil. A dream with those understanding of my limitations, and a life void of accusations from ignorant minds. Minds subdued from the reality of what it's really like to struggle so long and hard.. and so often without any shiny indication of progress.
My dream lives deep. Stirring within my soul. Never growing tired. Boiling to the point of a million tears that fall without form to the floor, hopefully releasing some indication of north. Some indication of south.
One day, that dream will emerge from it's dark garden from which the journey is brighter, yet it burns so sadly. Yet wanting this dream to emerge in splendor and white radiant grace- to finally see.
I dream. So one day, I may live another that's much brighter than the last.
Today, this is my one dream