Dream Sand
Dream Sand
Yell, fail, break out of that worry filled jail
Soar, write galore, soar some more
Pencil, no! A pen in hand.
Mistakes embraced, promises in the sand.
The sands of time fill in her mind.
Shy.
Why.
Why was she told to read?
In front of the class
to spill our her brains, her ideas, her dreams.
Awaiting the mocking points, the mean, hurtful words
she was shocked instead
to get something she never thought she deserved
Claps, no! Snaps, a symbol of pride.
Pride filled her as she took in the encouragment of her peers
She never forgot the teacher who pushed her beyond her years
Worry free. Write it out. Now write it again.
Free to fly whenever, wherever she pleased
No need to ask, no need to do anything but just be
The pen danced to the snap filled beats
She found her freedom, her rhythm, her wings
Get out of your head, write it down, find your dreams
Let the paper meet the pen
Let those first snaps, that first joy, come to you once again
Teach me to cherish this feeling
Feelings that only words of love can bring
When it flows from the heart, that alone is king.
But the memorable sands washed away
No more time, she felt herself fade to gray
Doubts overtook her, fearsome rains flowed,
the rhythm of the pen, the snap-filled beats slowed
The feeling of joy and love was lost
Hopeless is what all things seemed
She felt unsure of herself, unsure of her dreams
Calling to her, words of memories past
She felt the feelings
Feelings she once deemed too good to last
Finding herself, yet once again
Back at poetry, this time to win
To win her own heart,
to write with her own hand,
to explore worlds, to give her thoughts a chance,
to make sense of things she didn’t understand
She could do it all
and she do it with a pen.
She could make it
She could break it
She could change it
She could rearrange it
She could and would.
Never would she doubt again
Yell, fail, break out of that worry filled jail
Soar, write galore, soar some more
With a pencil? No! A pen in hand.
Embracing her Mistakes
Her pen glides on the paper
She smiles at whatever it makes
Dancing with the snaps, time seems to lapse
Love flows from her heart,
her art
her heart all the way to her hand
Creating new promises in the timeless sand.
👁 1💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.