When Dreaming Gives You Strength

I feel out of place at this low echelon in life
the road is bumpy I want to die
a distinctive voice inside refers to me
as an artist who will not reap dead

I don’t understand
as I have not seen the creative me
It explains that I must suffer
for I must know who my friends are not
as I have been gifted with compassion
and will surely give my power away
as I struggle to understand
oh, depressed child that I am 

I notice my surrounding,
the creation rather than manmade disguises
I get up slowly and look up

I must continue
when I get there I will know

 Vivian Dixon Sober