Box Of Broken Dreams Poem by Lodigiana Poetess

What happened to dreams?
Mine were such simple ones.
Arranged whilst sleeping and
saved for the waking hours.
Never grandiose, just small and perfect
Never spoken aloud, for fear of loss.
Secrets hugged to my breast for safekeeping,
unwrapped slowly to savour.
To close my eyes and live within my dreamed up world,
smiling a self satisfied grin
at my forthcoming achievement.
What happened to those dreams?
Were they fulfilled?
Did I change them?
Do I still dream them?
No... none of the above
You came into my life.
With your confident swagger you
swept into my space
with your oh so slow, languourous smile,
and your own plans for my future...
Those words spoken in a way that deflects challenge
leaving all around impotent
when faced with your power.
Your feet, large and flat
with no mercy at all
crushing my insignificant dreams into the
dusty box.