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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic



Reaching for a dream sometimes feels like

wading through quicksand

Sometimes, it feels as if, it is as close as a whisper

I look around me and see him and him and her, and they

All reaching their dreams, all shrouded in a cloak of stars

that they’ve obtained

While I open doors and then close them

Tugging on window seals as I stare into the abyss

looking for my dreams

Where are you? I ask

Somedays I question silently

Somedays I scream!

Why do you elude me so?

There is only silence

I sit before me, staring at my board of visions of this

seemingly unattainable world

List of my desires, daily charts filled with gratitude

And still, my cup is empty

Did I forget to dot an “I” or cross a “T?”

Tell me dreams, why do you elude me?

Enough questions for today

I have mountains to climb, lions to slay

Waiting anxiously for my answer

Submitted: October 21, 2020

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