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My Dream Within a Dream
Life’s realities are numb to any dream's sincerity. … poet
Life has given all I sought,
just not as I dreamed.
If I wished for a tree, I would
surely get a twig with leaves.
When three, baby doll love began -
life did not match my plan.
Challenges were not in my dream,
my son's life has not been easy.
One favorite dream was of love -
not the remorse from divorce.
Once failures had their way,
love did come bearing joy.
Since a teen, I have dreamed of
one true, lifelong friend.
It’s too late for dream’s intention,
all friendships ended.
I have one staid, true mate - my pen.
In dreams it fiscally spawned
but life was daytime office strife
then busy nights as mom and wife.
I had my share of dying dreams
that stripped me raw and streamed my cry.
Dead dreams must leave bits held inside
that grow fresh dreams of light to shine
hope upon what they left behind.
Copyright ©
CayCay Jennings
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