Chasing the Dream

I cannot attempt to explain this crazy world

I cannot attempt to explain my crazy world

I can tell you a story, a story about fear, or

A story about guilt- a tale of two lovers, or

A tale of two martyrs, but my words are so

Small.

 

My worries are big, my anxiety tall and if I

Break apart your bones your stories will sink

Underneath the earth, a flower will bloom to

Remedy the sorrows you so woefully chose to

Ignore.

 

So if my thoughts are made of string that can

Stretch around the earth, and reach to a star, I

Wish to put to paper what I could not give to

You.

 

And if your heart is heavy, your mind is weary

I wish for you to know how infinite you are to

Me.

 

A thousand summer days fall short to your

Warmth.

 

Cold.

A thousand winter days are envious of me

 

You

Hold my universe upright, and tell me I’m so

Beautiful, intelligent, and that my soul is free

 

Me

And you are darkly united under the slogan of

Power, give or take my ambitions and dreams

I can be anything that I wanted to be, you said

 

Attention

You tell me to pay attention, to open my heart

To listen to songs the broken-hearted sing, and

Tonight I think of my skin and bones, I think of

The stars and the sky, I think of you, I thank you.

 

Big

Or small, my weight is never too heavy on your

Back, or on your heart- the kind of strength only

A mother can give, and if I never provide you with

The kind of gratitude that you deserve, it’s because

I have so much left to learn and I hope we have time.

 

by: Ani Tatintsyan