Just a Dreamer

I type my emotions one letter at a time.
A sentence yet to be created
A work to be desired
I am nothing and yet I am someone.
I am a child, broken and abused.
I am a victim, yet a survivor.
I rise though the tides smash me on the cliffs of despair.
I speak for the no ones, the lost and alone.
I speak for the children who hurt and are silenced.
I write for my healing.
I write for release.
I live to dream.
I fight to stay alive.
My waking moments haunted by the shadows of my fears.
tormented at night by the demons of scarred memories.
Riled by passion and roused by the desire to survive.
I don't know that I will survive.
Yet, I desire to enjoy the little of life that I have.
my grasp is weak on the moments of joy.
but these moments are precious - to me.
i stand like a toddler, wobbly and weak.
I try yet again to rise from the ashes.
will this time I rise like the Phoenix or will I be crushed and forgotten in time?
time - all that I have, all that I need.
memories - remembered and forgotten
do I yet know who I am?
how can you know me when I know not myself?
prayers lifted and carried aloft of those wings
may I yet feel the gentle beating of the angels wings.
now or later. i will not know until it happens.
let me soar to new heights with the roar of the lioness
please renew my hope
let my flickering flame ignite anew - an inferno of truth in the darkness I feel.