Cynthia's Story

Written By: Cynthia N. Sandoval

I can see you coming

From as far as my eyes can gather

In me I know it goes much further

And there is a calling upon me

Oh you, I can sense that you’re not happy

With life’s expectancy.

You’re waiting

For another day, reason, perhaps opportunity.

For a chance to make fun of your life, forsaking any other choices.

You want more.

More than the night, more than the day. More the same.

More than the table talk, more than the year after year lectures.

More than the same faces and lessons you put up with altogether.

You want more. Afraid to want more.

You are just. -Strapped in your own box and no one can see you bleeding out.

The box hides your name

The world believes your game.

But I can see you coming

From as far as my eyes can gather, in me I know this goes much further.

You doing nothing wrong- but inside screaming it’s just not RIGTH! Right??

The box hides your shame.

Something someone else did ?

Something that made you decide forbid?

Ever staying, To be fair

honest and true , to be the greatest there ever was OF you!

I can see you coming.

Finally! you’re coming along

Come quickly !

Join the mystery.

I’ll hold your hand, and walk you through, (since no one else is ever going to say, console your heart, or remain)

I’ll be there for you.

I’ve got you.