With both hands

When comes the day
When I am more than just a
Happenstance

Looking into that mirror
Each day with the darkness
Just over my shoulder

Grinning its sharp toothed smile
As I shake with uncontrollable
Fear
Watching the brokenness of me
Pulse into the sink

Is there a time
When I will be
What you always wanted
Instead of just a passing whisper

When comes the day
That I hold onto that dream
With both hands
Realizing
It’s no longer a dream