Dear Hurting, From Healing

Dear Dreamer

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Poet's Note: "Dear Dreamer" is very much an enlengthened version of a special note I left for a friend of mine who was struggling with suicidal feelings, so yes, it is perhaps a bit deeper than some of my other work, and I don't tend to sugarcoat the realities that this extent of depression can bring. However, you have perhaps by now started to notice the pattern of my poems, and this one is no exception. Dreams. Dreams are so powerful. No matter how big, no matter how small. But the thing is, the world often seems dead set against our fulfillment. And I know how hopeless it can feel, I've been there, but "Dear Dreamer" shares my strong conviction that dreams truly can't come true if we never try.

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Dear Dreamer,

Spinning circles unstopping, crazy, unrelenting,
Undefinable visions you see;
Full of ideas, of wanting, wishing, and of hoping,
You're out of your mind, that's what you start to believe.

Wondering through the swirling, never ceasing, unnerving,
If reality is just as it seems;
Cause you're just too far deep in the burdens, living's struggles and journeys,
You don't have the means to become what you dream.

Watching and observing, tracking the process and learning,
Checking boxes in the steps of your pursuit;
But there's always one more than you've seen, another too impossible thing,
Too out of reach for dreams to come true.

Tired of sitting idle, taking it all in in the silence,
Day after day in the world's glut of pride;
So to your own world you adventure, escaping chaos for pleasure,
A wild side you've for so long kept inside.

Irrational you've been deemed, a fool as pointless as they seem,
A laughingstock like you don't even matter;
And you wonder in the night, if shooting stars are just falling to die,
But it's too hard to accept your own answer.

Nothing to notice you're gone, cease to exist even at all,
One spark snuffed and faded in the endless routine;
And applicable you believe, that the world's as flighty as it seems,
What does it matter if just another one leaves?

If you ended it all, jumped at the chance and were gone,
Left your dreams in the dust of your existence;
Vanished into thin air, disappear with a prayer,
No one would miss what fades away with the remnants.

Impractical realized, dawning sadness in your eyes,
Guess you're stuck as what you will forever be;
Dreaming just a waste, another repeat of more pain,
Of broken parts buried into the eaves.

A hopeless chase every day, to save yourself would be an escape,
Pleasant and peaceful far away from this nightmare;
Maybe your dreams would fly free, if you left this world for reprieve,
Perhaps the other side is the more desirable out there.

They couldn't care less, not much more to ignore,
Because you've been in this place for too long, too tired to try anymore;
No end, ever ongoing, sleepless blank dreaming in futile hoping,
Crashing and dying, no more lives left in store.