My Card

I believe I know my future, my fate

Because I play the same cards everyday.

I think I used to have a plan and purpose

But it seems so far away, so it must've been a dream.

I know I used to have a voice, so I stand surrounded screaming

But the only noise I hear is silence screaming back.

It started to consume me, so I never made a sound,

But so much of it caught attention, go figure, and now everyone is around.

I feel their eyes watching me

What card will I play next?

I've fallen from my pedestal and don't even feel the pain.

I wear a mask, nearly praying they won't look behind

But I want them to, I need them to or else I won't survive.

I must've started bleeding or I'm bruised from such a fall

But I can't reach the hand held out because there are too many walls

Sometimes I think I'm happy, it's easy to pretend.

I wish I knew how this started, but I do know how it will end.

I wrote it on a card and buried it with my hopes and dreams.

After I'm just a memory from having fallen from so high

I'll have my chance to play my card, so much more than what is seen.

When old walls have crumbled around me and I have a place to stand

I'll rise up from the ashes, not because I have to, but because I can.

It should be a sign of character to give someone a second chance

But guarded are the hearts that do, so it's a rarity in life.

I'll have to reinvent me, but it doesn't sound so bad.

I used to have a plan and purpose, and it's not the joker card.

I used to have a voice, and now it slices through the silence.

I will take this world by storm even if the stakes are high

And whether I'm on a mountain or in a valley, the new light in me will shine.