Pipe Dream
The angel in black is waiting on the line
What she wants from me is a puzzle
Never pieced it together in all this time
No matter how I’ve hustled
Lost I turned back to my pipe dream
To look at how hope was torn
For how do you capture a dream
Vanishing right after it is born
The desire barely carried me through
Bad choices and heartache
Clinging only by a thread or two
Grasping for what it would take
To guide me back to what is true
The angel in black no longer waits
With her I am inescapably through
I love this one. It shows how you've seen mostly hard times & had to give up your dreams because of it. What I love is the fresh, positive outlook towards the end of this piece. Since I wrote my first book, so many have told me their shoulda, coulda, woulda's. I can't help but tilt my head and look at them as though bewildered. No one should stop working toward their goals until their heart stops beating. It's never too late to turn things around and reach for the stars. I also see another meaning in this one; a recent battle being won with health or a personal situation. This poem is so inspirational, and I love the imagery and meaning. This one goes in my library, Liz!
Sheila
Love,
Eileen
Regis
Be safe,
Karen
Bad choice... heartache... these words sound sadly familiar.
Axilea
(((HUGS))), love and Merry Christmas,
karla.
Newfie Hugs, Rose