Dreams Are Fragile

Just finished reading The Stranger by Harlen Coben. Exceptional book, as always. The protagonist mentions the American Dream a lot in the story because the appearance of the stranger who spills people’s greatest secrets is a malicious threat to the other characters’ lives– their living the American Dream. So, toward the end of the book Adam says, “Dreams are fragile.” I wrote the line down, knowing I’d use it to compose today’s poem.

So, here’s the poem for Day 19 of National Poetry Month:

He told me dreams are fragile,
that they don’t last. How do I
tell him that I dream of him
every day? That my every dream
is about him? How do I tell him
that I dream of loving him forever
and that I dream of holding him
in my arms until I can no longer
hold him so he has to hold me?
He told me that dreams are
transitory things that fall apart
upon the slightest whim. He said
don’t build your life upon
the foundation of a dream
because all dreams eventually
turn into nightmares. What seems
like the stuff that dreams are
made of today surprisingly
becomes the stuff that keeps
you from being able to sleep tomorrow.
Then he asked me to love him
forever and I cried because
I’d spent my life dreaming of
loving him & finally I knew
this was just another dream
that could never come true.

Peace & Love,


About Rosalind Guy

I'm broken & my soul is weary/ my weary soul rebels, fights/ anything & anyone who tries to heal me/I beat my head against a wall of memories/ trying hard to break free from the chain of memories/ I can only be free by saying it so/ i weave a necklace from words and finally/ I find freedom/ free free free. As you can see, words are powerful to me. As Maya Angelou said, words are wallpaper of the soul. I have lots of nightmarish memories that threaten to break me, but I learned a long time ago about the power of words. They can be used to heal and destroy anything that threatens to destroy the person. Words coupled with love have the power to save and heal. I am author of three books: Skinny Dipping in the Pool of Womanhood, Tattered Butterfly Wings, and Blues of a Love Junkie. I am a high school English teacher. I am a former reporter. I am a mother. I am a woman. I am a fierce advocate for those who cannot speak for themselves, those who's voices go unheard. Check out my Amazon author page at the following link: http://www.amazon.com/Rosalind-Guy/e/B00BGH5F88/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1432491754&sr=8-1.
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