I wish for life to be easy.
I tire of waking each day
with worry on how to live
with only pieces of my life
lying within each hand.
I have a dream screaming
to be freed from within,
and I have a heart
that flows cold,
a fire no longer burns
because I have been burned
for so long.
I remember my life then.
I remember how hard it was
to live.
She's gone.
The ghost of me remains,
and it is still hard to live.
But I hear my dream's call,
and hope has touched me again.
Maybe, one day, my life
will fade from struggle
and rise up to the stars
that I wish to dance with.

Living
by, Melissa R. Mendelson