My mom always said that I was born to lead. For years she groomed me into a copy of herself. I was going to be her heir and sit on her chair, dictate terms and takeover firms. I learnt everything she could teach me and then some more. Today Iām ready to take the reins in my hand. Everyone is rejoicing except me. I wonder if they felt my absence.
Standing at the roof of the very building my mother rules, I question her every move. Slowly I touch the railing and as I balance myself on it, I ask for forgiveness from the Lord for I am going to sin.
Live Your Dreams 24/7 
You sound suicidal if I am reading this right. And understanding it. Please get help. No matter how it seems you can fix your life with help. Please do not take your life. If I am wrong in my interpretation please forgive me. šš½
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“WEaVinG DReAMS
MaKinG LoVE ReaL”
In A Sense and Feel Dear
Yamini of Following ‘Your Dreams’
And Truly Coming to Self-Actualize
Who One is With Enough Balancing Faith in Grace
of Love For Life to Develop Will And Strength to
Actually Believe In Yourself
And Do Who You Truly Are
A Spark A Flame A Torch A
Bonfire ‘”Saint Elmo’s” Fire”
Both A Myth For Sailors Lost
At Sea to Find Land For Home
And Even A Movie by that Name
And A Song As Well mY FRiEnD
Yet Perhaps Even Better in Illustration
A Movie Named “The Dead Poet’s Society”
Where Culture And Family Will Dictate In Mold
Who Someone Must Be No Matter How Much Spiraling
Essence Doesn’t Fit In Square Holes of Form Pre-Determined
By Others ThiS Way For in that Movie about a Poetry Teacher the
First Lesson of Poetry is to Rip Out All the Rules That Judge What
Is Rated As Good Or Bad Poetry From Before So the Essence
Within of Creativity May Spring Forth MaKinG Another Creation
Now of Humanity Not Preformed From Before my FRiEnD
Indeed It’s Difficult to Rise Above All the
Expectations that May Come From
Family, Culture, And Even
Closest FRiEnDS
And Lovers
As Close
As Spouses too
Yet What is the other
Option Waiting For A Life
Better After Death It’s True
Some Folks Follow the Rules
And Never Even Fully Live Free
Naked Enough Whole Complete New Now
As A Bird Leaves A Nest And Finds ItS own
Wings mY FRiEnD It Surely Isn’t Easy Until the
Day One Stands On Their Own Feet to Soar Higher
Than Ever Before Touching the Feather of the Wind Free
For What Greater Sin Is THere Than to Never Even Become
Who
i Am to
“Live my
Dreams Free Now”
“WEaVinG DReAMS
MaKinG LoVE ReaL”..:)
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