This Poem Really Hides Another Truth Poem by Eman Awad

Whenever it rains,
i wish for it to pass without drowning what weak.
And it remains,
my only hope and the only desire i will ever seek.
Some times you need the dream to grow,
and become strong enough to withstand all.
If it hurts so much to keep and i know,
that i can't prevent, and i will watch it fall.
But before it falls and before it dies,
i've been meaning to draw some words.
For my dream's sake my heart cries,
and for it's loss, crash down my worlds.
My words my not bring it back alive,
but some how it deserves to be aware.
That i've died and fought for it to survive,
that i, among all, breathe because i care.
But i can care and nourish and love,
i can die for the sake of this dream coming true.
Still, i'm not strong enough,
to prevent rains falling or wind coming through.
And if it died from the first fight,
then maybe it wasn't meant to be born.
I've given all the strength in me tonight,
and still willing to give it out each morn.
But it's not just it that is weakned now,
i'm also losing the reason i have to be living.
Feeling astray and shattered some how,
when nothing's in my hands to be giving.
It's different entirely, that i say,
but what if all is the same and still i'll end up alone.
I'm losing my hope each day,
but i won't lose the place of it's grave's stone...