#1031680 added April 29, 2022 at 11:37pm Restrictions: None
finding a way
I lost myself
somewhere between never
been and should have done,
where dreams gather to fade
and collect dust.
I recognized
some, of course, their cellophane
dull and untouched in the years
since they'd first sprung forth
to entice me to new paths,
and they were so familiar,
so part of me, that I wondered,
as I found my dragon waiting
and we flew into the future,
who dreamed me
into being?
April 29—Directions—Tell us how to get somewhere (a real “destination” that might or might not be a real place, or might be an emotional place, etc.)
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