I’m starting to see.
With my own two eyes.
Your words aren’t meant to deceive.
And I’m starting to believe,
might be the only gateway,
to my well being.
Losing sight of how I use to be,
becoming the foreseen me.
Believing in hopes and dreams.
Simply believing in what I can once be.
© Duc Nguyen WordsOnEmptyEars, 2016