I am adrift from myself.
There are no soothing drugs or miracles,
only the voice of a higher being
speaking of patience and the
glory of another day.
Forgive me, Lord.
I want more than another day.
I want to soar beyond the rainbow,
defying winds and storms,
with light as my companion.
I will not live in a circle of sameness.
I will submerge myself in fantasy,
and sometimes dream of real things.
I will create a new language
and call it Magic.
Making my way through
these years of my life,
I pray that my muffled screams
will be heard somewhere,
far beyond the rainbow.