Dreams

Dreams

A dream deferred 

or so it seems.

A crushed heart.

Body torn.

Is there hope?

I cannot

hear.

A hopeful rise?

A dream that dies

forgets

to breathe.

A hopeful rise

or so it seems.

A dream that fires

on 

the back burner

only has fuel

to

emerge 

even stronger.

A dream on hold.

Let it simmer

while

a torn body 

heals.

A crushed heart

repairs.

The road

ahead

is frightening, yes.

A breath is barely there.

But,

remember the power

that

rises from within.

Time

And time again.

Hope grows

the dream that refuses

to die.

A dream still present

or so it seems.

No matter what

uncertainty 

exists.

A torn body 

will

heal once again.

A hopeful rise.

A dream blazes still.

Do not let it die.

There lives

a phoenix 

in the depths 

of 

the torn body.

Heal and rise.

Heal 

and 

rise.

by J.R. Bonfanti