when it comes true
when my dream is found,
my goals reached,
will I be fulfilled?
will the future be everything I’d hoped,
or a letdown
a saddening realization of truth
telling me exactly what I don’t want to hear.
it can’t be predicted, and that makes me fear that my work isn’t good enough to describe how I feel.
but if the future was certain, I do not know
how far my dreams would let me go.
this night
the light is a milky, silvery blue
cascading down from the sky
in rays that look like liquid silk
dripping off tree branches
and coating the world in a cool, heavenly glow
love cannot be created or destroyed.
like energy
it shape shifts
following those filled with passion
and hope
but appearing to leave
at the slightest touch of pain
She wakes in the early morning
And stares at the wall across from her
A sense of fear overtakes her
Beginning in the pit of her stomach
And spreading to each limb
Coating her in feeling
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