Huge thanks and recognition to Courtney Moise (http://www.writerscafe.org/OliveMistCradle) for the first stanza (in italics) which is also repeated multiple times during the poem. She came up with those lines for me, and also came up with the title. Thank you so so much. What would I do without you?
About the poem: Throughout your life, someone is going to crush your dreams. It might happen a lot, as a matter of fact. Every day my parents crush my dreams, right in front of my face, criticizing the choices I plan on making. It's a disappointing thing, something that doesn't exactly help the depression. Stay strong though. It's your life. Nobody can stop you. If they really are your dreams, and it's meant to be, you'll fight as hard as you can to achieve it.
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I love it! The image of bubbles got stuck in my head, and every time I read the word "dream" I got the image of a million little bubbles floating past a sunset and into the sky. I love the inspiration behind this poem too. It seems like we all watch as people criticize and underestimate us when we try to follow our dreams.
This tells an amazing journey of determination. "It's your life, don't let anyone else hold the pen."
My parents are the same way. They see writing as a hobby. Not of importance. They'd rather I go to school for art. Which I like, don't get me wrong, but I'm more of a writer than an artist. They tell me if I don't go for art, I should be a nurse. Like my sister. Because that's where the real money is. I made good grades and graduated in the top percentage of my class. Do I not deserve to choose my own future? My own career?
Don't let them tell you what you can or can't do. It's your life. You're the one that has to live with the consequences of your own choices. Not them. Do what you love. If you don't, it will lead to a very unhappy life.
I love it! The image of bubbles got stuck in my head, and every time I read the word "dream" I got the image of a million little bubbles floating past a sunset and into the sky. I love the inspiration behind this poem too. It seems like we all watch as people criticize and underestimate us when we try to follow our dreams.
Such magical and hopeful imagery you put into this poem! I really loved the way you worded and phrased each sentence, and the way to flowed so well. I especially liked the lines:
"Dream crushers,
morbid liars.
Slowly dissecting
the dreamers apart."
Strong and hopeful. And also, what you're going through also happens to me too. The way parents bring down every thought of idea into the future. It hurts, and you may think that life has no meaning anymore. But, you have to understand that sometimes they want the best for you, the best for your future. I didn't know this either, and sometimes it might not be the situation. But keep striving, and keep believing. You'll reach your goal and I know it. :) Great write, and keep it up :)
Kayla, I know it is hard to understand but I do not think that your parents mean to hurt you like they do, they just want what is best for you but don't know how to go about it. Reach for what you want, be who you want, your parents will not love you any less. They just want you to be sure about what you want. They want great things for you. Even if it doesn't seem like it. Every parent has a dream for their children and it is difficult for them to except the fact that their dreams for you aren't your dreams. Don't stress to much.
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