Its All Lies

Once I heard tale of disappointment
Naively, I believed it to be false.
Until the day I saw the disappointment grow wings
And fly to the skies of truth.

How did these false acquisitions appear in the first place?
The devastating truth is that, I that put them there.
I, being so naive, threw things way out of proportion.
And again…lost…

Is there a human soul on this earth that feels the exact abandonment as I?
When will the happy showers of rain pour down on my sorrows?
When will the magnolias grow?
They are symbolizing the thoughts that have finally died from my head.
A new day soon to be pondered about…

I feel bound to this room,
Waiting for some mystical creature
From my once embraced childhood stories to come and save me.
Is there such a thing?
Nay, for I do not believe these stories anymore,
For I would have already been in my castle,
Not just my imagination.
I have blossomed since.

I see a light at the end of the tunnel…
A good thing to some,
But mostly everyone says not to walk into it.
Is this my relief or my death or both?
I shan’t walk into it but find another way.

I made it, free and clear nothing to be fearing of now.
Disappointment shall no longer be my phantom.
Happiness will guide my way through life.
For these transitions through disappointment will come and go.
I will be prepared.
I am sorrowful sometimes, and others I am strong.
Embrace the day.

Todays poetry contest submission was written by M.A. Sandoval.


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