Cold

a haunted corpse

of a soul

belongs within the depth of my inner body

begging

pleading

for an epiphany of a future

so bleak

so barren

like a mountain-less landscape

that bleeds the dust of millions

who's dreams were turned into nothing

but empty words.

But futures can have color

and futures can have meaning

with an opportunity arising

and God's arm working 

towards a celestial glory

of promise.

A promise

a promise to me.

A promise that my face will be noticed

that my name will be spoken

that I will appear in the dreams of all

who

never knew

me.

 

Now they know me.

 

Now they know my name.

The name of a girl who leads with a 

head held high

and a smile held

wide.

I give myself in service.

I give myself in leadership.

I give myself to the nameless faces of millions who's 

dreams are to become nothing

but

empty

words.

And I worry.

Still I worry

that in the end

life will become as bleak as 

those sitting beside me.

I dream of travel.

 

And I did.

 

I did do it. 

I went to foreign lands

of cultures long hidden

and places in need of searching.

Of cafes who's shops are welcoming

and landmarks filled with

a history

so deadly

so bloody

so beautiful.

 

I am experienced.

 

Here is the girl who was a mystery

and still is 

in many ways

but beautifully.

Come

come see me

come to know me

come to know my name

and my past

and my present

and my future.

A future

no longer bleak

and a road 

no longer lonley.

I now know

who I am

and what

I can

become.

Come to know me

come to see me

come to know my name.

 

I am no longer invisible.