Completed Dreams

Years ago,

they said I was cute.

They told me I was too optimistic

and too full of dreams

and too naive to be real.

I had told them that I would scale every mountain

and build a snowman for every child on the earth

and dance through the forests of my motherland.

Now, 

look at me,

my sagging shoulders

from climbing all those mountains,

my numb ears

from dragging myself through the cold,

my rough hands

covered in blisters

from the wood

and the rock,

and see, these scars come from the thorns.

And look at the bags under my eyes;

I lug them around,

but they are packed with not clothes nor food nor dreams

but memories,

because I have done all the things I said I would do

that they said I could not do.

And now I look back

and I am tired,

but also so, so proud.

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