Foreign Dreams


If I was granted just one wish it would
be not to feel shame when I prayed.
If there was a way, I would change the
dark past that ruins my present day.
Strange I feel to the reflection I see
looking back from the mirror.
Struggling to find that face of greatness
once lingering behind these eyes of terror.
I'm a prisoner shackled to what I
once was and now what I could never be.
Afraid from my insecurities lost forever
to these foreign dreams.

The illustration, "Pray," created by and © K.L.Storer, all rights reserved.