Do I dare? Do I dare hope? Trust?
Can this heart bear
Oh, the possibility, true potential,
True, my mind races with fantasies of the life I hope to build.
Never once was it empty,
but each shadowy figure of the past
seems to have cracked the glass
on the oh-so-pretty picture frame
of MY dreams.
do I once more pull my heart from the dark shadows I've kept it in,
and thrust it towards the light,
and hope it won't be burnt?
Dreams. Are. Worth. Fighting. For.
Here's to risk.