Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind

The Slightest of dreams get stuck in between.

Fine lines, cracks, holes, it finds.. it finds me

I want to live, don’t want to die.

I need to be free, I showed you the why.

Dark clouds will be parted, rays of light will find me.

I will become who I set out to be. 

you are your own victim, you started this mess.

I wish and hope you to be nothing but Blessed. 

By, Sacha Ann Star ⭐️Williams

Acrylic/ Mixed Media 

on paper

22x30inches