The Good Does Exist by illustrationsandme, literature
Literature
The Good Does Exist
Good people still exist Count them with my fist Not one but three I think I'm suddenly free Wishes come true In green or in blue I think I love you I'm missing you too My own breakthrough Suddenly I can fly Touch the highest sky Saying now goodbye I really want to try Suddenly I dare to speak I'm not longer so weak I feel suddenly so strong Knowing where I belong Nothing feels wrong Once upon a happy song There was a good time Enjoy this nice rhyme Be cool and be wise Everyday is a new surprise Surprises I find When I leave it behind Ready for something more Feeling not longer insecure Freedom inside my veins Happiness for sure remains Jill
A blanket of shadow falls over The midday of my life. The illusion of dusk prompts silence. I steal a fleeting, furtive glimpse Of what is written in the stars for me, But I do not recognize myself. Next time I meet the warm, revealing sun Will I like who I have become?
From the unstable limbs I learn that Exhaustion builds upon itself. Each passing day drains reserves Until legs are leaden And muscles do ache. Slowly, you see There will be Nothing Left.
You rehearse stock answers, Turning even truths into Simple-minded platitudes. Words are stripped of meaning By repetition and your inability To follow them up with action.
I hover on the precipice of action, The jagged stones of failure below Taunting me and coaxing out my every doubt. A gauntlet lies between myself and stable ground: Legal hoops and financial hurdles, Safety concerns of every make and model. If I do not make the jump, If I plummet instead… Where do I go from there?