What was meant to be

As I began to travel
Blind but unafraid
Guided by this gravel
Envisioning you was my aid.
Two little boys blocked my path
Refusing to move unless I did some math
How could it be wrong when they were so kind?
Then again I’m a girl who’s blind.
I played their games but lost the bet.
Now a piece of me is forever in their debt.
My innocence was a lovely selection.
Something I will never get back from their collection.
Continuing to run
Blind but unafraid
Guided by the gravel
Envisioning you was my aid
I bumped into a stone wall that wasn't easy to evade.
Greeted by a stranger who promised to lead the way
But nothing comes for free, it was my trust I had to trade
Unaware that when the wolves came he had no plans to stay
Howling in the distance reminded me I was alive,
But it was clear it would be a fight to survive.
Standing alone waiting on fate
Mourning the loss of my temporary mate
Continuing to run
Blind but unafraid
Guided by none
Envisioning you was my aid
I stumbled into water with no knowledge of depth
My bravery coaxed me to take another step
Swept under quickly with no breath
In that moment I realized I had nothing left.
Fear had struck me to the core
I had no hope of seeing shore
I felt the devil at my throat
And God granted me a life boat
I wasn’t sure I wanted to be saved
I thought this road would be better paved
Continuing to run
Blind and afraid
Guided by none
Envisioning you was my aid
Dark and alone I laid down to rest
The journey had gotten my best
Just a fragment of who I was will remain
The thought of you drove me insane
Solitude leads me to ponder the truth
The man of my dreams cannot be true
And even if he did, there is nothing to soothe
Because “The truth is he wouldn’t love you”
I say to myself in resolution
My problems have no solution.
Nowhere to run
Blind but okay
Guided to the ground
Hoping to stay
Six feet under I’m ready to flee
Said good bye the man of my dreams
Given up on what was meant to be
After this path ripped my life from its seams
Just a corpse trying to blend
Back to civilization it’s time to pretend
This broken heart couldn’t mend
Prayers for my soul I would send
Nothing left to break
Blind but free
Guided by heart ache
No longer controlled by what was meant to be.
Destiny has no hold on me, I make my own life
Though the image in my eyes caused a little strife
For this blind girl could finally see
All because of the man in front of me
More beat up and tattered with nothing left to loan
This poor man had a journey of his own
The man of my dreams in the flesh
 A shame we wouldn’t have met without this mess.
Before we just knew travesty Â
Blinded by our dreams
Being guided by destiny
Is harder than it seems
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I think this is a beautiful, vivid representation of a life that is easily misunderstood... Many famous artists, such as Picasso, Van Gogh, and even Oscar Wilde, were misunderstood and even shunned for their work and lifestyles. I would love to see more of your work in the future... Keep up the good work!