Dreams

How long have you been holding

onto this gift?

Stuffed away like an old love letter

you can’t bear to read

Hiding it away

afraid someone might see

The longer you keep quiet

the heavier it sinks

Frozen solid

pulling you down into

the deep frigid darkness

It is not meant to be an anchor

It’s fuel for your journey

How long will you function

with gravity against your will?

When dreams are meant

to lift you

far away from here