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Wednesday, 1 April 2020

Giving Up The Dream


I had to give up my dreams.
They were mine
and they were treasured
but they were not valued.
By me, they were.
But not by others.
They were derided,
scorned,
even mocked.
People frowned
and never understood them.
They were not pulled from a box,
did not fit into a mould,
did not belong anywhere else -
they were mine.
And I had to give them up.

And it hurts.

Everyone is always telling you to keep on dreaming,
to live your passion,
to follow your heart.
What they won’t tell you,
is how uncomfortable it makes them
when someone actually does just that.
Then their advice changes,
then they want to be rational,
then they bring out saws and hammers
to reshape your thinking
so you will fit back in the box
from which you never came
but they assumed you did.

But it hurts.

So you don’t.
You simply die;
piece by piece,
little by little,
moment by precious moment,
you die.
For this is not your life you’re living
and if it’s not yours,
then you are dead,
but still in motion.

And it hurts.

An original poem by Miekie (Marietjie Uys).
'n Oorspronklike gedig deur Miekie (Marietjie Uys).

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