Dreams Poem by arianna strickland

Dreams can be beautiful.

But they can also be dangerous.

Sometimes they are more beautiful because of the danger.

Is that why humans long after their darkest most secret dreams?

The dreams that we keep locked up in our hearts and in the back of our minds.

Those dreams that we lock up from the world.



But what happens to those few people who actually go after those secret dreams.

What happens to them?

Do they succeed or do they fall down and fail?

Do they sore above those that they once feared or do they stumble over the shards of their dreams.

Those that succeed and fly above use all are they any better then those who stumbled.

The shards of the broken dream don't discourage but encourage.

People who quit will remain in the dark for all there life.

But those who pick up the broken shards find that there is something better to be put together.

They find that there is something left for them they can find there place even if its not where they thought.