Some dreams are too fragile

To let loose in the world,

What if people mock them, belittle them?

And in doing so, kill them?


I keep them locked up tight,

So people can’t peer

And keep my mouth shut tight,

No one will ever hear,


Of my wishes and my hopes,

For the future, so dear,

So delicate they can’t cope

Can’t survive a jeer


My dreams, so big,

They swallow me whole,

And the clock goes tick,

And it shreds my soul


Some dreams are too fragile to share,

To live in the open air

So I hide them away,

But they surface every day.

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“And by the way…


“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”

Sylvia Plath