In quiet moments, I feel the ache,
Of dreams pursued, the toll they take.
I gave too much, my heart laid bare,
Yet gained but shadows, empty air.
And here it stands, its promise bright,
This store of dreams, a tempting light.
But scars remind, they softly say:
"Is this the path, or will you pay?"
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Author:
The Inner Lens (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is part 2 of the path from "The Guiding Flame." The emotional and mental baggage, along with a loss of identity and purpose, serves to weigh down any traveler seeking hope and a future.
- Category: Reflection
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This poem seems to talk of a heavy price for obtaining dreams. Sometimes the price of a dream is more than its worth. Well worded and with good rhyme and meter it reads smoothly and finishes well.
Thank you! I am slowly developing a series of poems largely based on a dream I had about 20 years ago. I hoped to bring out the uncertainty of reaching out one more time. From the first poem "The Guiding Flame", the warmth of the light felt good, but the pain of the past has left me questioning whether or not this is just another setup to fail
Failure is just another opportunity to try.
agreed!
what about the cost of the half of your flag ?
This seems to ask is the price of some dreams really worth paying for, nicely crafted write, enjoyed the read
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