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I was a dreamer

  • Jan 18, 2019
  • 1 min read

I was a dreamer

I was born in a messed up time

and belonged to this messed up people

that did what they had to do

for their own benefit.

I used to walk every where

daydreaming

Believing in lies that would suit me

Living in my own bubble

Still a dreamer

I never dealt with emotional issues

I smiled instead

I tried

I jumped

I existed while I was invisible

I dreamed about a life where I was grateful

I trusted myself

and I was capable of achieving anything I wanted

I loved

I was heart broken

I fell and I stood up many times.

I run a marathon in high heals

to sit in the same spot

over and over again

The one I kept running from...

"Confront it..."

there's that distance voice.

don't wait for your last breath!

Deal with it,

Growing hurts

It takes bigger steps

Requires courage

And takes believing in a higher force.

Is possible...

to be who we want to be

if we change, move, get rid of, act and believe.

I was a dreamer

and was told so many times

that my dreams were tales.

And even with my broken wings

I was not defeated

I never wanted to be anyone else

I wanted to be me at my fullest

While some dream and chase material

I just wanted to be FREE in me...

Dinha's Thoughts

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