Long before it has almost been forgotten, <br />In the world of words where I used to play, <br />In the roads of imaginations where I used to wander, <br />Where the unseen brightly colored castles used to appear… <br />Until the dark of anger hid its wonder. <br /> <br />Furies of a broken dream at the core of a broken vehement heart. <br />The more the hurt, the deeper the hatred and the dimmer it became. <br />Dusky years had passed for a tired and weary heart, for all of me has been torn apart. <br /> <br />Dreams are reminding, people are noticing and friends are enticing… <br />For they kept noticing that the hidden talents are shining. <br /> <br />To use and develop it? How am I to know? Ignoring it is what I am accustomed to… <br />It was only then that I used to give them names, I know I grew up, naïve of the truth that is it also growing from within. <br /> <br />Yearning, calling, longing to be freed. Relentlessly part of me, it makes me, me, now they are free, now I reveal… my hidden talents are for real. <br /> <br />-aira<br /><br />aira olayvar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hidden-talents/
