I am trapped in a frame...they call it a mind. I pace and breath and look and see. I call it still. I need to move, I need to break. I want to move and hate to break. I hesitate and call it safe but really I am drifting farther out to sea. I need a min.
Here I am, trying to forget, trying to live. I call it strong. I touch the sun and take in every bit of it's energy. I want to hold perfection, I want to know satisfaction. I want to see humility. I want to TRUST.
I want to know worth, to know real. I call it fake. I call it life. I have no beat. I have no real but me. I still move. I still breath. I still smile. I still Live. I love me, I love dreams. I have hope, I know faith and have a partner for life.
I seek meaning and purpose. I strive for better no matter how great it gets.
My hand is empty but my heart is full. Should I be worried...
I am going to move, I am going to try. I promise to try. Weak is something forgotton and unknown. I am strong, I am Sarah.