Dreams

Dreams deferred are still

dreams. Hope. You know,

something to help cope.

A preserver on the chest

of one treading water in

life’s darkest deep; a cushion

on a stone cold & unforgiving seat.

 

A dream denied

is a dream that’s died.

A balloon pressed

against a Gothic ceiling:

out of reach & slowly deflating.

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