When one has lost their aspiration, <br />Yet continues to dream at night, <br />Who are we to decide that they can't be who they want to be by light? <br />But once shattered dreams become harsh reality, <br />And people you once pulled in close <br />are the ones striking you down with your own dreams... <br />Who are we then? <br />So from the point you realise karmas cruel endings, <br />There's no going back to unsettled beginnings, <br />However once you accept this, <br />Your open to faces of the world you didn't know existed. <br />So what do you decide? <br />Do you accept what was once your ambition <br />Or deny the pain which you call 'life'? <br />Do you go out there and show those 'friends' who spat on your dreams, <br />That your no longer a caterpillar shying in other peoples cocoons? <br />You're the butterfly soaring miles out of reach <br />Of their poisoning claws. <br />Or do you wallow in self pitty and hatred for others, <br />Until the day your met with hammers and knuckles? <br />The same knuckles you could have flown from, <br />Are the ones beating down your only wings. <br />It's from this decision your judged apron the illusion, <br />That your dreams don't represent you.<br /><br />Sarina Manning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/behind-hidden-doors/
