Heavenly Dawn

Sometimes I don't want to look at my reflection whose life

will probably never be the cure for cancer. Insecure, I am

sure that I am not as pure as water but my body still refuses

to transform into tiny particle of matter. I will cry myself to

sleep instead of killing myself because my life is a precious

gift that is from God. As usual the sun will rise in the morning

and I will not be in mourning anymore. I will be strong enough

to rebuild my paradise which is Utopia. Positive thoughts will

out weigh my negative thoughts making me to be extremely

active and sensitive toward mankind. I pray my heavenly

fantasies will redeem my dream to be reunited with God's

holy ram named Jesus.