A Blaring Silence
A quiet heart of thunderous yearning,
I've nothing left to do,
when my heart becomes forever silenced,
because my dreams won't come true.
My desire to fascinate,
to open eyes across the seas,
lingers now only in heart,
a desire meant only for me.
How is it so,
my passion to be locked away,
when my heart continues,
striving for the art everyday.
No one to blame but myself,
for this calling of mine lost,
hope was the only thing I held onto,
I've been told hope is the highest cost.
I say never say never to anything possible,
especially what one's heart yearns for,
people criticize my faith in the small chance,
I believe an opportunity will knock on my door.
As I lay down every night I ponder,
I think of what still may or could have been,
in life as I know it if I still had the faith ,
of taking my place in the art i was meant to be in.
I hold fast to my dreams,
and pray it makes its way,
to my quiet heart,
so thunderous in every way.
Copyright © Ashley Lacaille | Year Posted 2006
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