My dream, a fantasy

The dream holds high. The breath
sighs in the dusky sky. Waiting for the
sky to sing of the stars.

Scanning the world of the hopes.
Oh how I let go. Soaring. Gleaming wide
across the tears. Oh how I wanted.
Realized that it wasn't what I needed.

Only a fantasy. Yet it was mine.
Oh the glimmer of the reality hit hard.
I never lost hope. Oh how I hold tight
upon my dreams.

Silent prayers I hold onto the sky. The
whispers clear inside my mind. The
thoughts that roll onto my tongue. They
are the slightest textures I swallow.

Distancing myself from the
disappointing parts. Clearly I
understand why I no longer have wishes
but I hold faith and trust.

Sometimes the lessons in life teach me
so many tiny pieces of myself. The sure
endurance I can attain.  The growing
patience I lean into. Oh how the spirit
sinks, momentarily.  Only to rebound
in the most defiant ways.

Dusting off the past and stepping in
forward motion on the path given. Yes
I am grateful of the pain, the despair.
I grew to a new person. Another layer
unfolds.

One more day I am alive. I am learning.
Adjusting and applying. Hoping.

Always dreaming and believing.