My mom is a teacher so my first dream was to be one
Who helps children sing ABC and start to count from one
I thought that it was really cool
I was then motivated to go to school
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Mid-elementary years, being a nurse was popular
Wearing a white “dress”, and hair on a neat bun
The dream to be a teacher traveled far
Being a nurse seems more fun
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Entering high school, having a dream became a competition
First, tick the boxes, before having any ambition
“For you to be a nurse, you need to have this certain grade”
It suddenly became conditional
A way of dreaming I never knew existed
I then tasted the bittersweet of naivety
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Suddenly, the fun of dreaming was lost
The child in me started to shrink
And the rest is history
Dreaming didn’t become so easy as I grew up
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Learning about life’s realities
It has put me in a complexity
Taking life’s responsibilities
Has made me focus on impossibilities
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The little girl who loved dreaming
Started dreaming with a caution
With a lot of conditions
And with “if-situations”
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Now, as I sit here with years of life’s experiences
Wiser from the lessons of my mistakes
And stronger from the grueling days
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The setbacks I had to stand up to
The tortuous nights I had to sleep into
And the tedious days that I had to go through
I write my dreams
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With loving kindness, I take and write them all
I may have failed, but it won’t cease me from dreaming
This time, a new kind of dream
Another perspective, another view
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Not a title before my name, not even a thick wallet
I value their importance,
but they won’t be the reason for my existence.
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Now, my ultimate dream is simple
To be content with what I have
To take life one day at a time
To take experiences one breath at a time
To be peaceful with where I am
And to be loved for who I am
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It’s all I want now
I dream of being happy, satisfied, and at peace
With grace, I call for that child within me
To have fun in this life
To dream without condition
To live life fully, and freely
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Because in dreaming, it’s where adventure flows
Adventure to success
Journey to healing
A trip to love
Back to yourself
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Because, isn’t all that matters?
About the Creator
Ann ☕️
If my words connect with you, then I have fulfilled one of my dreams.
Thank you for being here, and for choosing to be here.
Sending you my love~
~Ann ☕️



Comments (6)
Dreams shatter, lost in condition. Loved the poem.
You have created very beautifully captures the evoloutine of dreams and the impact of life's experiences. The shift from childhood innocence to adult realizations is poignant and relatable.what a fantastic article.
Dreams become reality when love brings them to life—a very authentic poem that takes us to the heart’s center and to the land of memories. :)
Beautiful work <3 it's so freeing to learn how to dream again
That is sooo true! That's what actually matters. Loved your poem!
<3 Aw, to be content <3 lovely verse