I don't remember counseling being a popular option in the 1970's. I didn't know how to help myself. I thought I could change who I was by the sheer power of my will. Of course, life doesn't usually work that way - as this poem expresses.
ONE MORE DREAM
Yesterday, I use to have a dream,
It filled an empty space faraway.
But now, it's forgotten and here I am,
With an empty space to fill once again.
Yesterday, I could hardly wait for today.
And now, I'm just disappointed in the way
My dream was smothered in doubts and fears
And lost in my mind over wasted years,
I spent dreaming about today.
And is that what dreams are all about -
To dream them up, then throw them out??
Now, I have a dream - still so far away.
And sometimes, I feel like giving it up,
But something inside won't let it go
And sometimes it seems so impossible.
But if one more dream withers and dies,
If one more dream doesn't realize -
Then who am I?
And what's tomorrow, but another day -
To be lost in dreams, I'll throw away?
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I created this blog as a way to organize my thoughts and feelings. While I recognize that my feelings have room to grow in a different direction, I am not keeping this blog as a place to seek advice. I have a therapist who is helping me to grow at a pace that is comfortable for me. Encouragement is welcome. Advice is not!
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