What does a
child do when life hurts?
She dreams up
a hero.
Have you ever felt as if your dreams
were more
memorable, more alive,
than what you
knew to be reality?
Have your dreams ever seemed so tangible
as to make you
question upon waking
if you’d truly
only dreamt them?
Have they at times been addictive enough
to consume your
waking hours,
blurring
actuality and pretend together
until your
wishes and passions
stare back at
you with open eyes?
If only dreams
could be reality,
that beautiful
garden of sweet-smelling roses we all long for.
But reality for
me is no such bed of roses.
It is nothing
but a field of unwanted dandelions.
— From the thoughts
of
Annabelle Fancher Copyright 2012 Richelle E. Goodrich
Wonderful writing! Brava!!
ReplyDeleteThank you kindly, Pamela! Those are sweet words to read.
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