The siren, the poet, the witch and the dreamer

Long time no writing

Not the usual labours to deal

Anxious for the harvesting

Insecurity hovering my confidence by numbing 

So close yet far still so tangible, so real  

I have been shedding inside

Crying to the moonlight

Trusting my guts, feeling the thrills

Until it took control of me

In the worst moment for it

Now I drown in this self imposed pressure

Changes of perspective

Creating almost an revenge

For losing a chance

to my greatest dream achieve 

by focusing on improving

Three times three more

The siren in me heavily sings 

The poet in me bleeds in these lines

The witch in me thankfully lits candles

The dreamer in me hopefully stands 

My heart and chest overflows

I promise to keep giving my all

Even the pain and sorrow

Even what I do not own

To live what really makes me feel alive