Sometimes —
always —
it’s hard to admit you’re wrong.
Hard to let a dream die.
You hold it and you nurture it
and for one moment —
at least —
it’s real.
Your dream,
a reality.
So even when it becomes more and more difficult
even when you’re starting to know it can’t happen
you won’t let the dream die.
You hold on and on.
Darling, do the hard thing.
Let it die
let it go
You’ll find reality is sweeter when it’s real.
You’ll see how glorious it is to be unburdened
of a dream that was never meant to be.
Darling, let it die.
It’s always hard —
but, oh, so right —
to admit you’re wrong.
Beautiful poem!
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i~~ i have no words. this is just gorgeous. your way with words is beautiful 🖤
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thank you so much 🖤
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Yeah it’s hard…but wow, did this bring back memories of a broken dream…that had to die to make room for the REAL dream which is even more beautiful than I could’ve imagined… 💕 I hadn’t thought about it for a bit. Thanks for the reminder. 💙
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You’re welcome!
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Wow I loved reading this. You worded it so beautifully! ❤
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Thanks!
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