Bittersweet Reality
Here I am;
In the autumn of my years;
Tears are caught deep;
Within the crevices around my eyes;
The hopes and dreams;
That I have frugally held onto;
Are dying and slipping away;
I have always had many talents;
But none of them were practical;
I can sing, write and create;
I wanted to make a living for myself;
But lack of confidence;
And listening to dream killers;
Forced me to keep them within;
Working a job that I hated;
Where everyone else fared better;
Driving what self-esteem I had left;
Deep into the ground;
Now that is gone;
And I am left with nothing;
Desperately trying to start over;
Yet I held onto my dreams;
For as long as I could;
But now it is time;
To let them all go;
Reality says that they will never come true;
I will never be happy;
Living in a practical world;
Until I can let go;
Of unrealistic dreams and goals;
For dreaming can only belong;
To the innocent eyes of youth;
And to the beautiful and the lucky ones;
As they make their dreams a reality.
In the autumn of my years;
Tears are caught deep;
Within the crevices around my eyes;
The hopes and dreams;
That I have frugally held onto;
Are dying and slipping away;
I have always had many talents;
But none of them were practical;
I can sing, write and create;
I wanted to make a living for myself;
But lack of confidence;
And listening to dream killers;
Forced me to keep them within;
Working a job that I hated;
Where everyone else fared better;
Driving what self-esteem I had left;
Deep into the ground;
Now that is gone;
And I am left with nothing;
Desperately trying to start over;
Yet I held onto my dreams;
For as long as I could;
But now it is time;
To let them all go;
Reality says that they will never come true;
I will never be happy;
Living in a practical world;
Until I can let go;
Of unrealistic dreams and goals;
For dreaming can only belong;
To the innocent eyes of youth;
And to the beautiful and the lucky ones;
As they make their dreams a reality.
Published by Lisa R. Strong
I was born and raised in Binghamton NY. I have been writing short stories since I was eight years old, and poetry since I was a teenager. I also write prayers, meditations, and opinion articles. My dre... View profile
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13 Comments
Post a Commentright now, i am groping for words, i am speechless!
Very nice poem again with lovely art.
All I can say is if your dream was to write beautiful poetry that actually changed people's lives and gave hope and meaning and joy and blessings to people who read your work then your dreams are surely coming true. Never stop dreaming because we will all suffer because of it and I mean that with every fiber of my being. Dreams are what make reality worth living and we cannot live without them.
Beautiful poem. Enjoyed very much.
Never let your dreams go..but you did an outstanding job on this poem !!!
(con'td) Seriously, if I couldn't create, I'd go mad! Also, like JOY said down there, maybe your dreams can shift a little to fit your reality. Look, I'm 40: My "Johnny Rockstar" days are finished forever! But I'll never stop playing or having bands; maybe I could get a paying gig at Dollywood or as a studio musician once I improve my music reading skills, but living out of a van and playing little bars hoping to get noticed is not practical for me now. maybe I could be a writer. If I listen to the advice of the pros who write for AC, I might be able to get off the forklift forever! Please don't give up your dreams, Lisa. I know what I'm talking about, because I have been to the edge of that cliff more times than I want ot remember! Please, because you'll regret it. Plus remember what I said before: THE WORLD NEEDS MORE LISA RENEE!
What a beautiful poem, and it really hit home for me! Seriously, That whole first half was me; outside of being a strong back that moves heavy things, all I really know how to do is create stuff, and it don't make piss for money, either. How many times have I thought about giving up all my dreams, and just being another punchclock who lives to work himself into an early grave for a 12-pack and the race at bristol? My wife always talks me out of it, though, saying I'll regret not playing and writing. She's right, too. Please don't give up your dreams, Lisa. Keep on doing what you do, even if it don't make you a dime. Believe me, I know all about going to a job I hate every day just to keep the lights on. All I think about is how far I could have gotten if I didn't tie up 50 hours or more a week being a wage slave.
Miss Lisa never give up on your dreams,use the confidence you have and get out there and do something about your dream, only you with work can make it come true, you can do it, so DO IT!!!!!!, Good Job Miss Lisa ken
PS: Such beautiful artwork! It is such a feast for the eyes.
I can really relate to this one. The best advice I could offer the speaker in the poem is to understand that our dreams are a part of us, whether we actually reach a particular goal or not. There is still beauty to be had from the dream, now and always.