The Dream Of Mine Poem by Natasa To

There is a dream I carry quietly,
a little flame beneath the night,
a distant star I keep on watching,
a hope that makes the darkness light.

I dream of days I haven't lived,
of roads that lead somewhere unknown,
of finding courage in my heart
and building something of my own.

Perhaps the journey won't be easy,
perhaps I'll stumble, fall, and cry,
but every scar will tell my story,
and every tear will teach me why.

So I will keep this dream beside me,
through every doubt and every fear.
For dreams are seeds within the soul—
they bloom when we refuse to disappear.

And one day, when I reach that moment
I've imagined countless times,
I'll look behind at where I started
and know that dream was always mine.