Dreaming

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Dreaming

I was just a kid when they taught me to wish upon a star.

I was only a young girl when my love for them warmed my heart.

It took only a minute before they had a chance in helping to mold me.

There is nothing, or no one that could make me turn my back on family.

It would take a lifetime for any bond to be stronger.

Any friendship I had, my family one still comes out longer.

They taught me dream high, and to dream as big as I wished.

They gave me the star, and encouragement and said "Sugar, tilt your head like this."

Dreaming was fun when I was kid, because it seemed like they all came true.

I could smile real big, and wish for a lot, and it seemed like the dreams would start pouring before the wishing was through.

I'm older now and I'm just dreaming to have a tiny piece of hope for a smile.

I dream but it doesn't seem worth it much, now that I've learned about the life mile.

I'm dreaming big, just big enough to get rid of the discouraging tears.

I'm dreaming on that star for real, just so I can be able to face my fears.

I'm dreaming with Jesus by me, and it feels surreal.

I once was dreaming not knowing that grace and mercy followed me even when my dreams couldn't climb that hill.

Dreaming doesn't seem like too much if you're not sure how to dream.

You don't wish right if you're not certain about what wishing means.

Dreaming was what they taught me as a little kid.

I would dream big, and tilt my head to the side, and believed all harm was hid.

Dreaming is not the same anymore because I've experienced real pain when the dream wasn't fulfilled.

I've seen the bruises and experienced falls when wishing didn't get me up that hill.

I dreamed for my family, I dreamed for me,  but I no longer always dream on that star.

I dreamed pointless, and meaningless and it was uncertain from the star.

I'm a big girl now, so most of my kiddy dreams have disappeared.

I know better now, so I'm dreaming from my heart and not a head full of fear.

 

October 20, 2009

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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