Here In The Middle Of The Sky…

No matter what I’ll be okay.

Through the different phases of life,

This stance will never change.

Here in the middle of the sky,

I have my pride.

My pack.

My head is undoubtedly raised high.

Despite setbacks and demonic attacks,

My dreams have become a reality.

Destiny awaits!

My immortality is sealed.

With my beliefs in someone other people call “unreal.”

Here in the middle of the sky,

I have hope in a remedy for the great divide.

Healing.

Peace.

And kindness washes over my mind.

That world can be my reality.

My sanctuary.

My tranquility.

A place where all those with baggage,

Can be freed from their pain.

Rooms where everyone matters.

Nothing anyone says, gets erased.

If my dreams hold the delicate secrets of a better world,

What ideas can produce this way of truth in the real world?

A world of torn.

A world of ruin.

A world filled with void,

But not in my dreamland -

My dreamland allows me to escape into a soothing tide.

Toil no longer fills my conscious.

I’m more of a girl who likes relaxation -

Here in the middle of the sky,

I preface my life.

I shall no longer hide.

I won’t abide by your rules.

I march to the beat of my own drum,

I refuse to suffer.

I rather gather my thoughts in the sky,

Then play mind games with you at night.