BEHIND MY SMILE
Am I ever going to make it, or am I just living in denial;
As the pressure builds up, all I can do now, is just hide behind my smile.
This ink tries to convince me that everything is going to be alright;
As the world sleeps, my pen stays awake, still continuing to write.
Hours are spent arguing with this pen, just how can we make this next letter even more heartfelt than the last;
The ink is busy trying to write my future, whilst I am still learning from the mistakes, that I made in the past.
I’ve spent so many years writing, even my dreams are starting to rhyme;
Is it really my destiny to write, or am I just wasting my time?
Two voices echo through my mind, one whispers words of hope, the other just brings me doubt and confusion;
This pen is starting to run dry, whilst I ask the heavens for yet another ink transfusion.
Is there light at the end of the tunnel, or are these verses written to only enlighten me;
I don’t just doubt myself as a writer, I am doubting my entire destiny.
I keep questioning myself, how can I do this all on my own;
Even though these verses are being read across the world, for some reason I have never felt so alone.
I put my heart and soul into each letter that I write, deep down I know that is all that I can do;
These verses may have climbed up into heaven, but I just hope they have somehow reached out to you.
My wish and ambition is simple, I just want to be the best that I can be;
We all have a dream in life we chase, the same way as we all have a destiny.
I look up to the heavens asking for guidance, I’ve called on my guardian angels so many times I have their number locked on speed dial;
My dreams are waiting patiently in the background, as the belief in myself is left, trapped behind my smile.
BARRY MOWLES ©2011