Poem: Decades-old Dreams

 
Decades-old dreams
Coming apart at the seams
Dreams that don’t fit anymore
Dreams that come crashing to the floor
Are you sure you’ll be buried by the debris?
From here, you just look free
Dust yourself off
And dance
From here,
You’ll be free
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About the poem:
I can’t think of any change in my life (unexpected, unwanted or otherwise) that hasn’t delivered me to a situation filled with blessings. When you are going through crappy stuff, you often don’t want to hear, “You’ll be fine.” It seems insincere, and surely, you can take time to move through a change, but the fact is, you will be fine. That’s just the way it works. There will be cool people, amazing opportunities, and challenging moments whatever, wherever. Don’t worry, you’ll be free!