Words Limitations
We all dream of something beautiful for ourselves,We dream,
and yet...
Our dreams are not reality.
The first- he was never satisfied.
All the words in the world
Would have not have stopped the final chapters;
The epilogue that seemed to be his entire life
Laid out, line by precious line.
And his mistress- she was undecided.
It was the difference between watching abuse
And actually being in love.
She was a seagull, and yet, no...
She was just another woman to the world,
An actress who meant nothing
To a man who could not keep her
Forever.
And a distant face was always watching,
Trying so hard to absorb every moment of the life
She could never touch for herself,
And as the unfortunate truth occurs-
From father to daughter,
The same, silent burden for each settled upon them.
These poor, miserable people,
They were characters, and yet, no...
They were pieces of someone's lives-
Of our lives.
We all dream of something beautiful for ourselves,
We dream,
and yet...
Our dreams are not reality.
And I had never understood my pain
Until I looked into another woman's words,
The woman who carried the same wounds
Written across her heart-
As he has carved across mine.
And though in my life I have not met her,
I know and love her.
For she would understand the loneliness
She would know how hard it is
To need someone beyond your reach,
And to love them all the more
Regardless of all distance.
A poet once told me that,
"We live everyday for darkness, for night-hours
and time enough to imagine holding
all our precious dreams...
The things we can't have in life
That are given to us
Only in our minds."
She said that everyday was worth living-
If just to reach those priceless seconds
Where dreams seem
Not so dreamed as before,
And become, more or less, a greater part of ourselves.
Poetry by Meghan
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Written on 2005-06-22 at 17:45
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