My New Dream

When I was young
I dreamt to fly
Away, in the clear blue sky
Against the wind, through the clouds
To the Atlantic and back again
Oh, what a way to be free!
Now I'm older
But I still dream
Just a bit differently
You see, I've flown only to fall
Underneath a blackened me
Black with anger, black with guilt
Black with sadness that cripples me
Oh, I miss how to be me
To go back where I was free
Everything as it's supposed to be
Sadness yes but joy too
Guilt forgiven, anger drained
This is my new dream

I wrote this about a year ago. I thought I 'd share.