Italy
The place where i once dewelled,
The place where my mother and father honey mooned,
the place where i was created,
the place where i now face hardships.
the place now where i only see and visit graves of those i have lost.
the place where i have dreamed many dreams.
Now the place i will never see.
Please people in Italy dream big dreams for me.
Even though I am afraid of what those dreams might be.
I know one day I have to face my destiny,
But I am afraid of what I might become and what I might bring,
upon myself.
so i have to stay out of the rain,
and thank mother earth
that i have not become,
insane.
Copyright © Cheyenne Nienhueser | Year Posted 2013
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