Thursday, April 29, 2010

On Dreams...

I am the brisk wind that blows through your soul

I am that new thought that skirts around the edges of your waking moments

I am your dreams

But dreams are meant to be realized not thought about

So rise

take them in your hand

forget fear

go forth and just do

the worst thing that can happen is you will fail

that is it

just like a baby falls over and over again

and still learns to walk

so will you

just take the first step

into responsibility

into your self.

1 comment:

  1. lovely poem.
    I couldn't find it using search engines so I assumed its yours.

    I think its about a person who struggles with committing to someone , probably the commitment is to make a family. this poem was written to that man or person.