Growth.

Of a broken heart,

I slept yesternight.

Lone and lust, up a hill.

Lost my balance,

Into smithereens,

I turned and rose,

Layers above.

From down below, 

The winds were a breeze.

They blew silently,

Paleness in my cheeks,

Rustling leaves,

Paths,

I trailed.

Yet skyward,

The winds are a torrent,

Numbing me,

Completely.

They take me,

I thought I was lost,

But what am I,

Now?

I learn to cope,

To stay present.

Feel the clouds,

Glazed by sunsets,

Toppling somewhere,

Transforming a mindset.

I learn to rule,

To lead,

A kingdom in a realm,

Tame me in my wildest scheme,

That no one ever sees.

Need not I you,

For you give me nothing,

Respect shall suffice,

Your love, unnoticed,

Reality sounds clearer,

Resonating deeper,

Purposes of achievers,

Like ones before me,

Shall be my symphony,

Your wails I need not,

Comprehend.

Of a broken heart,

I thrive tonight.

In my bed I sleep,

Winds airing my delights.

Passions resurrecting,

Persons I've dreamed,

Of being.

-Soraya Rady.