Poetry

We Dream

Here’s the poem I promised! It’s a story about how every high is followed by a low. The greater the height, the greater fall. We can’t forget about the low points in life, because whether we like it or not, they do happen. But, we shouldn’t forget the good times either.

We Dream

We dream.
Oh, we dream all sorts of impossible fantasies.
Building our kingdoms only to watch them crumble.

We fly.
Oh, we fly to breathless and exhilarating heights.
Soaring above all only to plummet far below.

We laugh.
Oh, we laugh, a deep bubbling sound that erupts from our soul.
A sound that is destroyed by the tortured screams that follow.

We cry.
Oh, we cry heart-wrenching sobs, shattering utterly.
We scream until nothing is left, just a numbing void.

We live.
Oh, we live with such passion. Burning like dying stars.
Look where we are now, on the brink of death.

7 thoughts on “We Dream”

  1. I needed to read this, thank you for writing it. I’m low now, well below sea level and I hope I can dig myself out one day and rise to those hights again… Perhaps the only way to accept life is to remember that sunshine will eventually break through the thick, dark layers of cloud… or will it?

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    1. Though it might not feel like it, both the highs and lows do come. Sometimes all you can do is brace yourself and ride them out. Yes, the sunshine does come out eventually, though it may take longer than we like. I sincerely hope you find a way out of this low. Remember, they never last forever! 🙂

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