
they always told me to dream big and I tried
but how can you dream
when each time you rise up
life forces your head back underwater until you can’t breathe
and you’re gasping for air
begging for one last breath
but still they say
(dream big)
so
you dream a little smaller but still
life finds her way back
to push you down once more
so
you try again
a little smaller, again
and again
and again
until your only dream
is to stay small
to stay content with it all
and stay safe
and never have to catch your breath again
About the Creator
Rebeka Gustafson
I write poetry about the pursuit of life and love.
Find me on Instagram @rbxpoetry


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