Consequence

Stepping on the world below
As my fingertips reach for
the warmth
The light
The life
Of the sun
Hungrily needing to feed my soul
Desperately wanting to melt the ice that shields my heart
Selfishly fighting to fulfill my desires
Crushing my world with the weight of my dreams
Blinding them with the dirt from my feet
Marking them with the negligence of my steps
As the sun moves further and further out of reach
I grow tired of
Dreaming
Hoping
Believing
That the sun will meet my needs

© Elizabeth