Believing in Dreams

 

Believing in Dreams   I forget too easily, it seems, just how small and trite I really am. I have wasted time on silly things and just splashed away instead of swam. I was never meant to be a boy but was born a stubborn girl, instead; I once said farewell to lots of dreams which had settled in this woman's head. A tall mountain looms ahead of me; I must leave my fears and doubts behind. I have conquered much to come this far; why abandon paths that haunt my mind? Does it matter that it's late in life? Does it count that I still have those dreams? Something tells me truth may matter more than a passing glance at what life seems. By Sharon Miller Bolander    © 2008 Peggy Paris (All rights reserved)

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Reviews

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Another beautiful poem from you honorable pen

[Suelou]

I once had some dreams, too. Those dreams are long gone, now. Maybe someday, I will have some new ones to replace
the ones I gave up on. I guess, in some ways, I still have some dreams. Very beautiful, Sharon.

[KAREN BROWN]

yes things do matter in life that for sure,everyone has dreams some you can make come true some you cant.all we can do is keep trying and never give up great write thank you.

[Tovli]

beautiful, the words float as though drifting on a calm pond. awesome imagery. tovli