A Box of Hope and Dreams

I keep my dreams and aspirations, stored away neatly in this box. Tied off with a pretty pink ribbon, secured tightly with key and lock. And every time I feel like a failure, I open it, so I can again feel alive. Arms of dreams tightly surround me, giving me strength I need to survive. I’ve hidden this box in a secret place, where I’m the only who can see. A beautiful box of hopes and dreams, finely sewn with love at the seams. This box is opened quite frequently, especially when we’re apart – this rhetorical box of memories, in perfect synch with each beat of my heart