When The Changing Winds Are Molded By Dreams Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Floating on dreams
Like a feather blowing
In troubled winds
A gale force of disenchantment
Created from the source
Of so many past regrets
Invisibility is what hurts the most
When trying to be something
Reaching within
When there are so many things
Never said and done
Free reign to the disdain of woe


I have, had so much hope
Will we meet again?

My musing discourse

Recurring dreams
They are the dreams
That hurt the most

But I am alive and well
And there will be no farewell
As much as it pains this uncertainty


Risen to shine
May the day become blessed?
As the light becomes
The wayward spirit
Where all dreams are freed
By the shackles of self-imprisoned neglect


To share with rejoice
Is a new beginning
In a fresh new recollection
For much better experiences
That shall come this way

Floating on dreams
Like a feather blowing
In the winds of change
A gale force of enchantment
Created from the source
Of so many past experiences
Turning negatives into positives
From the self-respect of endurance
Visibly woken
Reaching, then digging deeply within
There is are so many things
That needs to be said and done


Free reign to the strongest force of them all
The power of persistence
All in the name of love


Somehow, I will be relevant
When it comes to being something more
Than I ever was


All this negativity
I shall overcome

Someday, I will surely be good enough

Today is not tomorrow
And that is where I need to start


These dreams are mine
To float high upon endless journeys


Tomorrow
There will be no sorrow
And I will fight on

This will go beyond just me

This goes out to depression
I have had enough
Go away
Far away


I just want to be
Where I need to be

I just want to be, loved
I am indeed good enough


Here I am, beyond my current everything
Someday more

These dreams are mine to own

This is what happens
When the changing winds
Are molded by dreams

All pain of the present to past
Will be, should be
Dead and gone

I am good, enough