It started as a title grandiose and gaudy.
I wanted to be talented in how I moved my body.
The hardest part of having a dream is not in the pursuit,
It is watching the life drain from it without bearing any fruit.
I could have been a choreographer, or dancer, or performer.
I got scared my goals were much too big and trapped myself into a corner.
They say I have a condition that keeps me from peak condition,
I betrayed myself when adapting, became a forgotten mission.
I will never dance again, I tell myself in vain
But my muscles yearn for the way I used to train.
So I stretch and I move and I bounce to a beat,
But tell myself there are mistakes that I will not repeat.
I sit idle in my chair buzzing and impatient,
Years pass from then and it is deviant.
One day a picture strikes a match inside,
I remember all the dreams I tried to hide.
But now I have changed, I will abide,
And thus the dream I dreamed has died.
My heart aches more than my toes ever did,
As I write this requiem for my dreams as a kid.
Apr. 26 2023 MA
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Poetry Collection of a Great MA
ПоэзияThese are poems I have written at the best and worst moments in life. Trigger warnings will be provided for passages with sensitive topics.
