Lions - Poem by Leah Ayliffe
Someone believes in me
In a way like nothing before.
My wild ideas and crazy fantasies are being boldly brought to life by being brought down to reality.
I'm learning to soak in everything this world holds,
Just as it is.
'Cause it's whatever I want it to be.
I want it to be beautiful
And all things extraordinary.
There is no place for mediocrity
Because the earth is magic.
The ocean listens to our thoughts and sends them back with the tide to kiss the ground with our dreams to nourish the flowers and trees that grow within our minds.
Remember to be kind behind those eyes.
It blazes contagious like wildfire
The way things have become true dancing around my life.
I feel so close to something
Something real, something good,
Some place where the sideline dreamers have come together to inspire a way to do more than just survive.
To live free to our unusual methods of existing,
And not be scared to take a risk which will not be understood by the infamous 'them'.. a fear I knew too well just the other day.
What does it matter when you weren't understood to begin with?
Now we can fly over their confusion
Cause someone begged me to reach my potential
Someone saw it in me to take a chance.
What gorgeous new souls I have surrounding me,
Taking an interest in me,
Promising I can make dreams come true once I learn how to live the life I've always created in my head,
Here in this foreign land of reality.
Once I was a mess of art destruction,
I can be the artist of reality and paint my road to go in whichever direction I desire, keeping my feet on the ground.
What a strange notion spinning with the motion of a lit up carousel ride:
Someone believes in me...
It shouldn't have taken so long for me to know, to truly know,
I can do whatever it takes to be happiness.
Surrender to yourself
Fearless of what the sheep may say,
For they are sheep.
And you.. me.. we,
We are lions.
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