That Dream In Me

I walk around with that dream in me still born and waiting to express

itself into the outer world, begging for air

That dream in me keeps me fueled for the days ahead,

knowing there might be more emotional wars to face no matter

what good, bad, or indifferent things I do

That dream in me is my saving grace though

for me to be motivated and to face everyday I wake up and breath

with a certain level of confidence on my shoulders

It’s that dream in me that is going to help save the day, to prevail

through the mountainous, rocky hill I have to climb

It may look impossible but all that says to me now is that

I am possible. Don’t care what anyone says.

That dream to sleep peacefully in a bed of my own, not worrying about

facing more emotional wars and losing them at every point

for I have forcefully fled to a place of sanctuary,

that dream that keeps coming back to me, whispering in my ears when

I’ve fallen into a puddle of tears wondering what went wrong

“Hey, everything is going to be okay. Soon you will see.”

It might be unbearable at times, the heavens collecting my tears, tracking

the troubles I have, but is arming me with the stronger sense to get up from

that puddle of tears to inch closer towards victory.

It might be an emotional hurricane with hurtful rhetoric clashing against the

windows of my inner temple, barely keeping my soul safe

the sky might be an incredible shade of dark gray

but those cheerful blue skies will play again.

Those who aren’t satisfied will be left high and dry, truly wondering if they

are going to get anyone better to take my place, left behind alone

No room for that kind of rhetoric in my new chapter

filled with newer adventures and challenges to tackle and to keep rolling

getting past the tragic past of making the wrong choices

ending in setbacks that could have been avoidable

but what is done is done and no time to keep thinking those things,

not when I have to streamline my resources and energy towards

the optimistic question of “what can I do now??”

That dream inside me painting a newer kind of future, encouraging me to

keep going because those walls are coming down

and I will get past everything that has happened.

Part of me knows what living that dream is like and is why it is fighting like

hell to keep me away from the vortex of regressing and giving in

because it won’t always be this way.