The Untold Wishes Of a Spirit

In the realm of the unseen,

I wander free,

My wishes remain unheard,

My desires unfulfilled, a tragedy.

I long to touch the earth,

To feel the warmth of the sun,

To dance in the pouring rain,

And run and run and run.

I wish to whisper secrets,

In the ears of the living,

To guide them through their struggles,

And offer hope and forgiving.

But alas, I cannot interact,

With the world I yearn to touch,

A mere observer, I remain,

A ghostly figure, without much.

My wishes remain but dreams,

My powers, mere illusions,

A spirit trapped in limbo,

Yearning for a resolution.

So I linger, in the in-between,

Hoping for a chance to break free,

To fulfill my wishes and desires,

And be who I truly long to be.

But until that day arrives,

I remain in sorrow,

For I see the world passing by,

And wonder what I could borrow.

I see the joy and the pain,

The love and the heartache,

And wish I could intervene,

And change the course of fate.

I long to bring peace and calm,

To ease the burden of the mind,

To lift the weight of the world,

And leave its troubles behind.

But I am powerless,

Unable to grasp or to touch,

My wishes are but fleeting thoughts,

Fading away, like a whispering hush.

And so I wait, in the shadows,

Hoping for a glimmer of light,

A sign of hope and redemption,

A chance to take flight.

For my wishes are not meant to be ignored,

For they carry the essence of life,

The love, the hope, and the reward.