Quest for my goal

Sorrow hovered over me a like the dark cloud
Blocking the sun’s rays from reaching me
My hopeful peeks into my future were blinded
By the piercing glare of my impossible goal
I tried to block the light with my hands
And that was when I found out I was invisible,
and why my screams reached deaf years
I tried to move forward to my goal
But found myself tied to my putrid past
by the laughter around me:
You are too insignificant.
You won’t make it. What a joke!
Holding back tears, I fell on my knees.
They had finally opened the oak door that
I had tried all my life to keep locked
And all my nightmares came onto me,
to further lower me into my grave.
I stood there with a drooping face
waiting for defeat to capture me.
Like dew refreshing a dying flower
I felt a cool mist surround and rejuvenate me
The love of those who cared for me,

those I have abandoned for my quest for the stars.
I let the tears from my crimson eyes
wash away the sin I had committed.
Closing myself onto me
my dream on my mind,
I walked towards my goal.

Its Priya Joyce's birthday on 27th and i wish her a really wonderful birthday..