She DreamsA Poem by Melinda McQueenShe sits and awaits To be filled. To see and taste The dreams instilled.
Slumbering only in hope, She allows herself to dream. If only her home Would be all she sees.
For as there is power in the unseen, There is power in faith. She feels her dreams cling To her like a hot summer’s day.
She wrestles with the cold fact That they may never came to fruition, Knowing full well that the world isn’t lax. Yet, she dreams, harboring ambition.
“Stay with me.” She hears herself say. For without dreams, Where would she be today?
If never they come, She will be content. For they are hers and she has won, If only she dreams.© 2015 Melinda McQueenReviews
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StatsAuthorMelinda McQueenTXAboutHello, I'm Melinda from Texas. I am a published author. I'm in a chair with Cerebral Palsy and writing is my outlet. I have found deep pleasure in writing poetry. Writing helps me express my emotion.. more..Writing
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