AMID DREAMS AND REALITY

her young and bright eyes once shone idyllic dreams captured her heart she’d be whisked away by the laughing wind space—she could hold in her palm this blank canvas anticipating shapes and swirls and she believed it wholly but when the tadpoles transformed into frogs simplicity shattered. as the color of her life exposed delusions of grandeur. walls, facades masked on every face, the vows of fairness and oh, she felt her body weightless and floating into a sphere of deceit. so she befriended the stars, a comforting reminder of the world she grew up around she said faintly—tell me, was it all an illusion that we were told to try grasping? well, the sky was waiting for her to navigate through the maze of fabrications and verity and traverse across fields of adversities only then can she revisit laughing with the wind not completely the same but with a ful and climbs th so she op with glimmering hope, her face smiled with bliss as her tiny legs ran her across emerald hills she knew it—Earth was a beautiful wonderful thing to journey through, this Earth is magical, they said. when the saplings grew to mighty oaks eventually a new light cast upon her. days bled into a palette of vermillion red, the dwindling dreams and crumbling reach for indefinite perfection, broken promises of childhood sifting through a foggy sieve lies. they didn’t tell her. they didn’t tell her about the complexity among the chasms in the mountains hope is still there but how can she continue this whole time? was happiness a costume? but it’s only sunrise and golden rays lit her eyes and the trees were beckoning her only if she embraces the ambiguities and perplexities only if she continues to seek truth in the present can she run harmoniously across the hills again never completely the same ler perception ens her hands