Poem: Dream

The story of me is different then the story of us.

Dreams are not always had in the dark; they need light.

Nightmares come when we stop looking.

That does not mean we let them ruin the way we were.

Memories are had between them both, but we chose the ones we let bloom and grow.

This is the day we let the worries go and chose the fight that led us here.

Sleeping is something that is needed, but not always held dear.

We took a break and let the nightmares run our way.

To live means you must dream.

Dream about your wants and needs, but beware the nightmare are right there.

That does not mean that you run and hide.

This is a calling for your destiny that is buried inside.

Try and go as far as you can.

Give them water and watch them blossom and grow.

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