by Marlene Bricker

Created on: May 20, 2009

The dreams. The goals

Are now nothing more than holes

In the cloak of life.

A mother and a wife

Filled with hope and aspiration

For being more. Now, realization

That disappointment is simply a figment

Or no more than a remnant

Of a dream. Incomplete.

In the heat

Of the moment I realize

That before my eyes

Lay the biggest gift of all.

Tearing down the wall

That separated me from "Me."

I truly see.

There is no disappointment.

Only the life journey designed for me. Sent

By the Artist of Life.

Customized.

Perfect. Just as it should be.

For Me.

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