My Heart Yearns...

A brief period of inactivity has rendered me capable of 'displaying' my heart in poetry.

My heart yearns
For what is not there-
The other side of me;
My heart learns
That life sometimes isn't fair,
If only I could let it be.

The strength I tried so hard to find,
The courage I need to gather,
Without them, I'm virtually blind,
Without them, I'm but a floating paper,
At the mercy of the forces of nature,
Waiting to tear me asunder.

I wish to defeat this hollowness,
All I want is to be content,
To be rid of procedures complex and arduous,
And find solutions I can comprehend.
But the harder I try to quench this thirst,
The more embrangled my state of mind.

In vain, I tried to deny
This fallacy that surrounds my identity;
If I'm not me, then who am I?
Yet, everything I am seems a whole big lie.
I hope against hope there's a covert me,
A somebody of promise, a somebody of quality.

My heart yearns
To soar higher than any other,
To be someone people admire.
My heart burns
To be someone I cannot be,
Or have yet to find her in me.