sorrow.

Fear resides within me
like an unborn chick.
Waiting for the day it becomes a phoenix
the day it spreads its wings,
where they will become the canopy of light.

I am afraid.
Afraid that one day my insanity gains control of my body.
Then no words nor actions can undo the consequences that follow.
I will be a prisoner. Of mankind. Of insanity. Of sorrow.

But what i am already now are the latter two.
I long for the day, the day where the sun's moderate and kind,
the sky is clear and blue, and the clouds are merry.
The day you will look me back in the eye.
The day you will smile at me the way i remembered.
The day you will hug me the same you did in our dreams.

I am afraid.. that something will happen to me or you.. before the day comes.

I wait patiently.. in the background of your resonating light..

.. but im afraid that my resilience to do so is fading away..