Sometimes you have to give up on a dream

This treasure you carried around inside your head

this thing that made you happy

and the universe sometimes has a different plan

it had another idea of what would make you happy

like since it created you it knew what was perfect for you

and one day you stand in the desert of you mind

and peel your skin from your head to your toes

and there you stand pure and new

bloody and raw and waiting

waiting for the universe to knit you and put you back together

redirect your galaxy

pat you on the back and nudge you out to space

and in the end you’re vibrant and shiny

a treasure

something made so perfectly right.




Author: doing2016

I started writing when I was very young. Then I was mortified on a bus full of people when one of my stories was read aloud. I lost my focus and quit. Now, I'm trying to find my voice and my ambition. I love to write, good or bad. So, I'm doing it here and now. Thank you.

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