Childhood dreams
Were shattered long ago.
New dreams were distilled
From tears and fears.
Bitter dreams withered
By reality.
But dreams nonetheless.
They fall away like
November leaves.
Drawing strength
From love. From work.
From life’s purpose.
She perseveres.
A struggle on a slender
Precipice
Never looking down.
Acceptance is a clever
Way to deal with pain.
Clutch it to your breast,
Make it yours.
Devour it. Spit it out.
She has had her fill
Of acceptance.
Tomorrow perhaps
Devoid of dreams
Will sustain her
And take her to
A place of peace.
Where she is loved
And loves herself.