Daily Dose of Positivity

My sister was assigned a piece of homework, and it inspired me to write something for her. The topic? Dreams. Dreams are a beautiful thing. It is the kind of thing which encourages you to keep going. It encourages you to stay focused on your goals. It is the sort of thing which has been…

My sister was assigned a piece of homework, and it inspired me to write something for her. The topic?

Dreams.

Dreams are a beautiful thing. It is the kind of thing which encourages you to keep going. It encourages you to stay focused on your goals. It is the sort of thing which has been described by pessimists as ‘delusional’, ‘childish’ and ‘unrealistic’.

Whatever your view is on what it means to have an infinite imagination; to be able to go to bed and see and experience whole new worlds, or to simply be a little bit delusional – I hope you do.

I hope you keep on dreaming.

Because dreaming is a beautiful thing.

Keep on Dreaming

Dreams are the source of my inspiration,

The key to my aspirations.

Dreams:

My door to hope,

and the dedication.

The thing which composes the drive,

the determination,

and I can sing, and the instruments will play

themselves.

Dreams;

proposing the rock, glistening and multifaceted,

a more beautiful promise

than the wedding bells –

or the Church could show,

It is the prose, the canvas

It marks blue, red and green

All over me.

The masterpiece –

Of my life.

Nothing sacred, nothing smart

Could ever start, nothing –

Without a dream.

Though it may seem like a storm,

A ghost that haunts you when it fails you,

The things that come after make you fearful,

Weary, many times too teary

To carry on.

What if it is too good to be true?

What if I can sleep?

What if I can become?

Whatever it is I want to be,

I resurrect the child, who knows nothing,

But everything.

It builds a wall – of delusion, sometimes doubt,

But there is strength in every brick,

And what if?

Yes, what if.

It becomes true.

Because I am

Because I can.

And you wake up from the storm, and it is,

It is something I can touch,

I can see, I can sing, I can

Carry on.

And imagine.

All over.

Again.

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