I can feel your anguish.
For I had promised to never let you go,
For I had dreamt you ; My dream
"My" instantly connected you and me
You were what I wanted to be,
You were what I aimed to achieve.
But, this "my" did not come easy.
Early on I realised, my life was not solely mine
I, was never allowed to be the real me.
You cry; I cry
You smile; I smile
"How could you set forth to be so independent?
Can't you see I have been deprived?";
"Why would you achieve your dreams?
When I have not been allowed to fulfill mine?"
Bitterness crept in
Old wounds were exhumed
"Can't we just let it go?"
I pleaded.
My pleas were unheard
Just as how my songs were unsung,
I had failed the test of time
I could not hold on to you
My Dream
I write, for I realised
I cannot dream nomore
I write,for I have accepted
You- my life, are not wholly mine!
