Awakening

a poem...

A young girl weeps into her pillow,

dreaming of the nonexistent days.

Will that man ever truly rescue her?

Her tears fall like dew in the early morn,

as she moans a meloncholy tune.

 

Never did that young girl dream,

she'd meet the man of those 'non-existent' dreams.

She dreamed of a great white wedding,

and a house with a yard.

In her heart, she knew it was only a dream.

 

She spent her summer days awaking before dawn,

so she wouldn't have to bear those eternal dreams.

Awakening before daybreak, life was perfect.

Somewhere, she felt hopeful in love.

As the day passed by, she came back down to Earth...

 

Oh, the poor young girl, no love on the horizon.

The waves crashed onto broken dreams,

destroying her heart, shattered.

She no longer had a heart to give at all...

even in dreams.

 

Why would a man ever love the young girl?

She was not perfect, like most girls she knew.

Why would a man love an imperfect young girl?

Even in her dreams, she could not compare.

She was worthless.

 

As the young girl grew older,

her dreams faded.

Her heart was blinded, unable to see love.

Love came to her, and she passed it by,

for it was always seemingly too good to be true.

 

For so long, the young girl had forgotten her dream.

As love tried to reach out, she shied away.

No more tears rained down, for she did not know she needed them.

Love wasn't possible, she had decided,

and so she was alone.

 

The young girl awakens from her dream,

and realizes it's all possible.

Someone can love her, she can love them in return.

No one is perfect, but she's amazing as she is.

She's lucky not to be too late.

Author's Note

This poem is mostly about me.

As much as I'm in love with the idea of love, I always tell myself not to get my hopes up. I like myself, and have faith in myself, but I never really think I'll find anyone. This is about never giving up, because once you give up, that's when all hope is lost.