My dreams lie broken in the past.
Lying in their place, the harsh pain, and anger,
Of a shattered heart.
I cry out as I watch the dreams fade beyond my grasp,
Unreachable, perhaps irreparable.
How can I face a future without dreams?
My fear is ever present, threatening to consume.
Yet, seeming from nowhere, a peace holds my heart still.
It could only come from above.
My present does not warrant, nor welcome it,
Yet I grasp it with desperate hope,
For only it’s sanity can save me.
In it’s safety I find the strength to weep,
And to forge a new dream,
One of a beginning, and a future.
A hope and vision,
And a healing of my broken heart.
And I go on.
© Susannah Brown CSM 2000