Poem: Decades-old Dreams

 

Decades-old dreams
Coming apart at the seams
Dreams that don’t fit anymore
Dreams that come crashing to the floor
Are you sure you’ll be buried by the debris?
From here, you just look free
Dust yourself off
And dance
From here,
You’ll be free


About the poem:
I can’t think of any change in my life (unexpected, unwanted or otherwise) that hasn’t delivered me to a situation filled with blessings. When you are going through crappy stuff, you often don’t want to hear, “You’ll be fine.” It seems insincere, and surely, you can take time to move through a change, but the fact is, you will be fine. That’s just the way it works. There will be cool people, amazing opportunities, and challenging moments whatever, wherever. Don’t worry, you’ll be free!

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s