Please understand,
It hurts, ah, it aches
To dream so greatly.
To yearn so deep.
I am being consumed from the inside.
I am a walking fever,
My blood boils with excitement,
Or anxiety, who can tell?
My heart is a volcano,
Erupting scalding lava-love
Burning down my skin,
The heat of hope.
What if, what if
Life mustn’t be miserable?
What if, what if
The dream read into my head at childhood,
“Once upon a time, there was a girl
Who did what she dreamed…
Who lived what she loved….”
Was not a fairytale?
But ah, the flame,
Blazing so bright within me
It encompasses all,
Yet I am so small, that
It feels no more than a candle in a storm.
So fragile, so easily extinguished!
I beg you pick me up,
And carry my light.

– s. Clark