Disparity

Drowning in a sea of disparity. Lost in this deep, deepness of depression. A bundle of tangled emotion. The raw nerves of a broken heart, exposed. Taking the chance, and paying the price, time and again. How many times must I take this class? And can I, will I, ever pass this test too hard? The dream has died. Or has it? The dream is lost. Or is it? Is it just out of sight, just out of reach? I think just maybe, there is somewhere that it still lives, there is some way, that it can be reached. There must be, there must, for without one's dreams what is there to dream of? An empty dreamless sleep, leaves no dreams to dream. To come true, a dream must first be dreamt. I know my dreams. They are no more or no less that any others. They are reachable, so why do I now have such a hard time believing in them? I truly did once believe, so why then, did I stop? The shattering of them, that's why. To see them die, such a sad day. And the mourning of the loss. Maybe what I saw as my dream, wasn't really my dream at all. So I know my dreams will come true someday. Just this little bit of time, I take to re-evaluate, to better understand, to truly identify, these dreams I dream. Just this little bit of time, to rebuild the strength, to regain my courage, to believe again in these dreams, that believe in, I must. The healing time, the healing time, doing its job, day by day. The healing of heart, untangling these emotions, seeing the dreams once more, with the strength to reach for them. This day will so soon be at hand. And I wait, with the greatest anticipation. Written October 10th, 2001 © on Oct 10 2001 06:22 AM PST   0 • 1