I am cruel to my dream.

Neglecting her,

Pushing her a side for the next day,

When she calls I send her to voicemail,

I let my dream pile on like dirty dishes,

Hitting the alarm but falling back asleep,

Forgetting to water her and put her in the sun,

 

Spoiled milk left in the fridge.

A dead animal left on the side of the road,

Left homeless asking for spare change,

Shipwrecked

Left at the bottom of the sea.

 

A Jane Doe laying on a hospital bed,

A stray cat wandering around the night,

A hero forgotten.

 

My dream is to stay happy

 

To not be afraid to speak my mind,

To be content with situations I cannot control,

To not give in to my fear,

To always remember and never forget my family values,

To keep peace of mind under stress,

To be a leader,

To not be envious,

To seek higher education,

To stop running from my problems,

To free my mind from self-doubt,

To go with my gut,

To read more books,

To travel,

To fall madly in love,

with myself.

 

There’s a dream in me.

There’s pride in me.

There’s a woman somewhere in me when I look in the mirror.

 

Merciful merciful merciful

Wonderful

Beautiful,

Dream,

come to me.

Please,

accept me.