Sarah Pesta Poems

I don't remember having a dream
Where making choices could wake me up

My shaking hand slowly reaches out to the silver knob
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There are memories in my life I can't see
Memories in my mind about me

My early life seems so far away
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One path leads to the top of the mountain
With nature surrounding both sides of the trail
Birds quietly chirping from a distance
The wind softly whistling through the trees
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During the day I feel the soft wind
Blowing through the trees in its path

When the wind begins to blow through the trees
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A red heart looks into these eyes
I refuse to blink and let go of myself

Only a heart, such as this, will point me into the future
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Walking up to a crystal clear mirror
Someone else appears to be looking at me
Who has been with me ever since I can remember
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Hungry for the prey in the night
The tiger is invisible behind the unknown
Slowly approaching his prey undetected
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Being honest can help people
And correct the lies that were told

There are not always positive outcomes of the truth
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The beat of the heart inside of me
Whispers it's feelings to me each day
I listen as it pours out it's emotions
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Seven petals falling from a rose
One tear dropp on each of the petals
Watching the hatred as it soon grows
The first three petals meant trust to me
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