Requiem For Shattered Dreams

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Sometimes a single tear can stir awake a silenced dream, and bring back to life the shattered dreams of those who no longer share the days nor the seasons of our lives.

REQUIEM FOR SHATTERED DREAMS

By Al Garcia

Sometimes a single tear can stir awake a silenced dream, and bring back to life the shattered dreams of those who no longer share the days nor the seasons of our lives.  Sometimes a fractured memory of a moment shared can evoke emotions that bring back sentimental yearnings and sympathetic feelings that jolt the racing mind and quiet the beating heart.

I never realized how fragile dreams could be.  I never thought a dream could die, or that dreams could shatter and break.  The magic of life, I have learned, is watching the blossoming of dreams, and the tragedy of living is learning that all blossoms have their seasons, and then are plucked at the height of their beauty and grace, or if left alone, wither and fall, and shatter into a thousand pieces. 

I saw blooming dreams snatched at the height of their beauty and grace, on deceiving fields of abandoned hope, by a dream killer without regard, consideration or respect for the body, the mind or the soul of those tasked with the brutality, the cruelty and the callousness -- that once released in the name of country, honor, duty – unleashed a darkness that overwhelmed and consumed the innocence of brave young boys and men that were my friends, and who had shared their dreams with me. 

I have seen and felt the withering and the fading of dreams that have caused a thousand tears to flow before they fell and shattered, weak and forsaken.  People I loved, and people who loved me even before I came to be.  Weakened by the cruelty of time and by ailments of the body, the mind and the heart. 

Every dream a masterpiece.  Dreams conceived in hearts and minds that felt the passion of life within, by dreamers who touched my heart and soul in some very special way.  Dreams revealed and shared.  Dreams that were a part of me because I was a part of them. 

I have learned how fragile dreams can be.  I have seen dreams die, and I have felt and seen dreams shatter and break.  And every time, it breaks my heart and destroys a part of me.  And I know from having shed a thousand tears, that it only takes one tear to awake a silenced dream and bring back a moment or a memory that still blossoms and blooms somewhere inside of me.  These are my dreams that time can never snatch or take away from me.  These are my shared dreams that will never wither or die within my beating heart.  These are dreams that one tear can bring back to me. 

Requiem for shattered dreams – to cry tears of sorrow and of joy; to remember the emotions and the moments shared; to know deep down inside, that tears can touch a silenced heart and an unbound soul, and to realize that silenced and shattered dreams of those we knew and loved, and lost, are now a apart of us.


Submitted: May 24, 2021

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