by T Marie Allman

Created on: June 16, 2009   Last Updated: September 10, 2010

I feel longing in my heart, beating as a bird beats its wings against its cage

Are they gone then, my dreams, are they dead to me?

If so, a part of my soul, a part of my ME has surely been lost with my dreams

I have lived so long with them, my dreams, chasing them as a child chases a dandelion puff dancing on the wind, so close but always just out of reach

They were my own, those dreams, unlike any others because they belonged to me

Can they be gone?

I now stand upon a cusp, awaiting the decision that is only mine to make

I cannot hesitate, no I will not wait

I will take a deep breath then upon exhalation will take the fall

For who am I to let dreams die?

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