This is My Evolution

DOES MY OWN MIND BETRAY ME,
MY BEAUTIFUL DREAMS AN ILLUSION,
OR COULD MY NIGHTMARES BE MY VISION

FOR WHEN I DREAM SOMETIMES I DIE,
WHEN I LIVE SOMETIMES IT IS IN THE COMA OF MY MIND,
WHEN I LOVE SOMETIMES IT IS NOT WITH ALL OF MY SOUL.

DOES MY OWN MIND BETRAY ME,
MY BEAUTIFUL LIFE, AN ILLUSION.
OR COULD THIS BE, MY CHANGE, MY VISION
THAT AWAKENS ME FROM MY COMA OF LOVE NOW.

WHEN WILL I STOP DREAMING ONLY PART OF A DREAM?
WHEN WILL I STOP SURVIVING, BUT LIVE NOW; IN ALL THAT IS LIFE.

WHEN WILL IT BE THAT I HAVE LEARNT TO LOVE WITH ALL,
OF WHAT IS MY SOUL AND NOT THE PIECES OF SOULS I HAVE BEEN GIVEN FROM AN OLD LOVE THAT IS NOW A SPOIL.

DOES MY OWN MIND BETRAY ME,
DOES MY OWN BODY CONSPIRE TO BE MY OWN SECRET ASSASSIN?

IS MY OWN FEAR THAT I SHALL ONE DAY LEARN TO BE WHOLE
A NEW, AND MY DESIRES HAVE COME TO BE, MY TRUE REALITY.

THE WOMAN THAT WAS MY CHARACTER IS NO MORE, AND THE TRUE WOMAN I SHALL BE, IS FULL AND WHOLE AND ANEW,
FOR TO HERSELF SHE SHALL BE TRUE.

BY: XANTHIA AMY PHOENIX DEAN
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