Bitter Sweet Poem by Troy Clark

I must be honest, my dear
For I see a hope, and ember aglow
And yet, I'm terrified
I try to face this fear, but like a falling star
falling to this world of green and blue
I will soar for but a moment
until I reach that realm where even time itself must die

I'm comforted that your safe
But, I must admit
I grieve, even in my dreams, the distance between us
Lost in the wilderness of my mind
I grew complacent-arrogant-bitter
Blinded by the Moons rays
reaching out, only to find branches and sticks
withered with age, petrified and cold

Yet, in the worlds I dream
I can feel your touch-I can hear your voice
your warmth washes over me
like the suns rays
The conversations we share
though surreal and fake
comfort me in a way I do not yet comprehend
and though I wake wounded and confused
I cage my bitter anger, my jealousy
my childish ways
My Pandora's Box

I must be honest, my dear-I want to fold you in my arms
So we can close our eyes and begin to dream our eternal dream.
I will wait for you while I grow
so that one day, I, myself
may have wings.