i don't think i've shown this to you before
but today i think i will
you see, i don't tell people about this
not often at least
or not at all
not since the day
my mother laughed at me
not since the day
my father jeered with
contempt in the curl of his lip
not since the day
my friends waved me off
as delusional
it's a little tattered
and a little tarnished
i really wish that it could've looked a lot nicer
for you to see
the shine is kind of gone
but it's still really precious to me
i think i'll come with you
no, wait-
you should go alone
i'll wait for you out here and
i hope that you'll be kind
you'll see in the corner
there is a dusty box
it really isn't much
and you'll have to brush cobwebs off
and when the box is clean
like when each day shone anew
maybe you'll even get to see
the lines of ambition that carved
hope into my box of dreams
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
i don't think i've shown this to you before
but today i think i will
you see, i don't tell people about this
not often at least
or not at all
not since the day
my mother laughed at me
not since the day
my father jeered with
contempt in the curl of his lip
not since the day
my friends waved me off
as delusional
it's a little tattered
and a little tarnished
i really wish that it could've looked a lot nicer
for you to see
the shine is kind of gone
but it's still really precious to me
i think i'll come with you
no, wait-
you should go alone
i'll wait for you out here and
i hope that you'll be kind
you'll see in the corner
there is a dusty box
it really isn't much
and you'll have to brush cobwebs off
and when the box is clean
like when each day shone anew
maybe you'll even get to see
the lines of ambition that carved
hope into my box of dreams
Ambition and goals in life were things I struggled with a lot because a lot of people didn't believe in me.
This poem is meant to speak for those who have had dreams and were afraid of telling others about it for fear of negative responses.
