The Return of Childhood Dreams
When I was little
I dreamed of singing
for large crowds,
writing books everyone loved
and painting beautiful pictures.
But for various reasons:
shyness, depression,
lack of opportunity,
and encouragement,
my dreams died.
Slowly, those dreams returned.
They may never blossom
like I dreamed of as a child,
but I will enjoy each song sung,
story
written and picture painted.
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