A dream,
A shining ball of brilliance
Held lovingly in my palm
Its sparkle shone with
The edges of my tears.
So daintily
My dream rested
Upon my hand,
Cracked and dry.
So fragile it was,
The dream of mine
Nestled there
Between Magnificence and hope,
Between
Sun rays and galaxies
Between Esoteric and real.
The dream began
To slip And drip
Watering the saplings
Of pain
In my heart.
And then it fell
Through the shallow space
Between my fingers-
And shattered
Like glass
On the rock of reality
Beneath my palm.
The above article was originally posted on Maidelle.com, an online magazine for Jewish teen girls to speak their mind. Check out the site and read more articles and poetry submitted by girls worldwide who made the choice to use their voice.
