Two Steps Forward

Some day I'll look back on all these things and make sense of them all Have you ever been so proud of something that you could create that you felt ashamed. It seemed like only you could see it. And you hide from the world knowing fully well that they will tear you from it. Take it from your eyes and smash it before the sky. But I out of self pity or pride took the best I saw and held it to the light. Both ashamed and proud of what I knew they couldn't see. I felt blessed for some time then the curse of knowing that it's something that is truly only mine. Now I hold it to the light and with it the very darkness inside my heart. This gift tears me apart, before the dogs come from shadows. Like story book fables, hands are tied between the tales. They will rob me blind, and I know it. Why do I step toward the light like a child? Why do I still let my imagination run wild. With all this that I once knew. It's taken from my hands and I'm having trouble letting go. I know, I need to let go. I know it's not mine. It's just life. It's not mine. Two steps forward.. Whatever happens, I know that I tried.