I remember having a dream
Something about exploring the world
I had the perfect plan on my mind
I Smiled at my own thoughts;
Internally patted my own shoulder
And told myself I can do it.
I remember chasing that dream
My shoes buckled tight
My eyes on the prize
And off I hopped with a wide grin.
I remember those dreams
And I remember my naive self.
Was I 13? Or was I 15?
What made me happy then?
How happy was I then?
I barely remember who I was beside this dream I vaguely remember.
And here I am today
Struggling to wade the blues of my heart
And find a glimpse of the daylight.
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Blueth
PoetryHold on. It'll be nothing but a dull ache someday. . . . ❄️ . . . Blueth is a collection of poems that expresses the cold state of a heart struggling to survive the blueness of life.
