A Silent Wish

I hold so many lost dreams and wishes in my heart that the poor organ doesn’t know what to do with it anymore. In the end, all it can do is ferociously pump the little dream and wish remnants along with my blood throughout my body. It’s fuel. It’s passion. It’s a merciless drug that feels so good you take more and more only to hit a crash when things turn sour or the world turns against you.

I wish for my dreams to never die and for my wishes to keep traveling across the Milky way along the stars’ pale river. I want my voice to be heard and yet I can’t speak for my dreams remain locked inside my body with my heart as its main provider. But one day I want my story to be heard so I can help others like me struggling in a society that seems to have forgotten their own dreams that remain trapped in a decrepit voiceless machine.

But first I must help myself before I bare the strength and wisdom to help others. I need to surpass my own inner demons and focus on my own silent wish locked inside my heart. It’s the only thing that hasn’t find its way out. It is confused and lost just as so many others on the place we call Earth. Where or what is the key to my wish? Just what is my wish that remains in bittersweet silence.

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Christmas Wish

Bright and playful lights remind me once again Christmas has come.

It gives me a little present each time I step out the door.

Evergreens, frost, jingles, and carols are a welcome,

but quickly forgotten surprise.

 

I’ve been so busy that I’ve properly forgot how  to celebrate Christmas.

Others, too, when I look, are bustling along with their lives–

Caught in a stream of everyday worries, responsibilities, and stresses.

 

Frustrated, I try to remember a lost Christmas–

The smell of spiced cocoa wakes me up from my reverie

Peppermint stings my nose

As falling snowflakes give me shy winks

It’s cold outside, but my spirit is warm this season

 

The end of the year is upon us

But already we forget to take it slow

For the sake of our families, friends, and ourselves–

We need to remember the serene nature of the season,

Be grateful and reminisce

 

Asking me my Christmas wish one starry night, I answer–

Truthfully, I don’t know…

Snow? Presents? World peace?

Honestly, as long as we are happy, then I’m content

So–

 

Let’s drink cocoa by a warm fire and daydream of

The perfect Christmas

Snowflakes will greet us by the window

While our body heat keeps our spirits warm

During a cold season where we even forget ourselves