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New Dreams


New Dreams.  LC © 2016

To be strong, and weak–
I’ve known them both. Intimates.
Bedrooms a chamber
for tears– as they assault my
pillow– to mourn the death of
pipe dreams. They haunt me.
Worries are like static cling.
Life isn’t a fairy tale.
From the ashes of
old, tormenting dreams– new dreams
come alive. Waking
the warrior within me.
Fighting. Breathing life into
new dreams.

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Dreamer. Doer. Poet. Writer. Mom. Baker. Lover of Many Things.

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