Dreams To Die For

I was running at my own accord, on the damp grass

Barefoot, like Dandelion puffs twirling gracefully at the rhythm of the wind

My shoulders were bare, I could feel snowflakes melt at the touch of my skin.

I was so alive, more alive than I had ever been in a waking state.

And then....

I woke up

And with the blink of an eye, my lifeness dead.

My feet, still bare, touched the scorching floor that felt nothing like the wild grass of my dreams,

I walked up to the mirror and saw for the millionth time,

A body fostering a corpse.

My shoulders, if left bare would never feel the snow melt,

But would melt at either hungry or judging stares.

And twirling through life at my own accord is a luxury that I wasn't born to afford.

Only if, I could crack my spine,

And let the corpse of my spirit kiss life!

Only if! I could leave this body of a distant woman and be the woman of my dreams.....

Ah! Tasting that freedom is the only dream I could die for.

It is the dream to die for.