Poetry

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There was this fluttery, wavering feeling deep inside my gut
The moment had finally come.
I was releasing him.
God had finally enabled me to let go.
And with one final decisive turn
That final string was snapped
I expected to float free like a balloon.
However I listlessly sunk instead of rising.
I was free, but of what consequence was that
When all of my dreams lay broken
shattered into a million glistening pieces
Trodden upon by all.
But slowly I began to rise.
I was not defeated.
Just because that dream was over
Didn't mean that new dreams wouldn't come.
New Dreams.
Greater Dreams.
And if I would allow it
God's dreams.
And slowly the shattered dreams slpintered until they were no more than sand.
And then they blew away
leaving me with the hope and inspiration of a new start.
And maybe this time,
maybe,
I would find a way to make it right.
Maybe I had the oppourtunity to make up for
all of the mistakes that I had made.
And there were many of them
But now with my broken dreams gone
I had the chance
To dream news dreams.
And thats what I will do.

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