Dreams

Dreams don’t die

Sometimes they hibernate

Deep in the cavernous place inside you

Adjacent to the broken places

The weary places

Abutted next to the place that feels it cannot go on

But…you must

Dreams don’t die

They rest nestled upon the soul

Dreams don’t die

Nor do they care about the mistakes you’ve made

Or how shattered you are

Nor, how broken

They are there to dare you

Believing they are Stallions

Most desirous of freedom

Impatiently waiting for their chance to run unhinged

By the baggage of the past, or anxieties of the future

And you should

Let Them

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