BLOSSOMING DREAMS

You expect too much from me, 

If you perhaps had told me your plan, 

If maybe, you arranged a life that I was to live, 

Maybe I’d have accomplished your goal and dreams, 

Instead of pretending so many of my young years, 

That I had something admirable to live up to, 

When in truth, I never wanted, needed or thought of it. 

And so, everything I’ve said, thought and done was to please you, 

Not myself, but the moment I let go, cut that invisible rope that bound me to you, 

I felt free. I discovered truths of myself, glorious and frightening, 

And I’ve waited and am waiting for one of these truths to blossom into my own dream, 

A dream that is true, just and real.  

themeekarestillhere

2 thoughts on “BLOSSOMING DREAMS