Obstacle or Door?

 

So many dreams unlived,

A heart full of wait.

Heavy to carry some days,

Walking with a pocket full of tomorrows,

Perhaps all for its own sake?

Doesn’t want to pity itself,

Nor does it want any empathy.

Just wants to keep that hopeful head high

And write its own story.

The rains it once adored,

Now bring a stormy gloom.

Refusing to sulk, sink, or drown,

It keeps swimming back up.

Clinging to every blade of grass,

Clasping tight,

Never forgetting to look up at the moon.