Make My Mark

With the breeze she usta sway which ever way she was pulled away, pulled away from her self ,further and further away from being grounded, in the ruckus and commotion she would drown herself out and stuff down her emotions while going through the motions moving in the waves of another instead of surfing on her own ,surrounded by people she was still alone, an empty vessel running off of the breathe of another continually running out of steam,she was dis eased, discontent with her self underwater she would scream, she grew weary of building up dreams and burning out when the fantasy fades, exasperated with the cycle, she breaks her chains and stands on her own like a newborn pony standing for the first time her legs shake a bit but then become firm, she learned to walk again ,then gallop proudly and free ,no longer afraid of her reflection she peers in the pond and marvels at what she took for granted for so long ,she now sees herself, her majestic beauty, she values her self and has vision of her depth, shes become whole ,her own real person, shes proud of her self and now lives apologetically and without permission, she is a force shes not built for submission,hot blood runs through her veins she is strong for she has known pain ,anguish and remorse , but now shes happy cause she knows she deserves more ,she is not angry with herself for not getting here faster, shes just grateful to long longer be an embodiment of disaster, carving her niche, her worlds becoming grand, she stands on a mountain an looks to the moon , and says look how far i'v come, it came for me fairly soon for some will never escape and will remain someone else's buffoon, so I exude my gratitude for leading me out of my dark so I can stand up and be true and make my mark