I Still Believe...

I have transformed you see,
into nothing short of being 
considered a beautiful mystery.
I once resided, trapped within the
weak and wounded, the yellow
belly of fear, oh how terrified 
I had become, hiding in the 
shadows of my fragile mind. 


But while I was trembling in 
the dark corners, teeth chattering
and fingers shaking, I wondered,
what happened to all the dreamers?
Where did all the free thinkers, the
the lovers, where have they ran to?


Maybe I ask too many questions,
and perhaps it’s wrong for me to 
dream in the brightest of colors, but
life is far too short to wake up with
regrets, fears, and malice in my heart. 


I believe in fairy dust, 
in happy endings, and even
love at first sight. 
I trust that there is more out there,
mystery, magic, and something I 
can’t quite put my finger on, but 
somehow, I know I can’t give up 
on my adventure to find what it is. 


I refuse to hide in the shadows, or
wake up scared of taking chances on living. 
No one said it would be easy but deep down,
I know it will be worth it in the end 
to live without any regrets.