Nestled
in your heart, you guard them well
these
treasures of hope.
but they
seem impossible to experience
and you
keep hushed so no one will know they exist,
Still,
you suffer in silence.
How can
your dreams bring so much promise
yet cause
such pain?
Seeds are
not sown to stay in the ground.
Dreams
are meant to give life full and bright.
The
harvest comes in it’s season.
Your time
will come
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