Be sure that the jump is worth the agony you may feel when you land.
Life has a way of pummeling you in the face.
Like a beautiful dream that's gone forever with the dreadful sound of your alarm.
A radiant dream disguised as the nightmare of what you thought life held for you.
To see so lucidly, the importance of pure and simple things.
You won't find contentment in a bank account, or the finest house on the block.
Look to the grown up dreams of a little girl, and the childhood dreams of a grown up woman.
Our most cherished dreams are one in the same.
Never take the straightest path, never jump without looking.
Hang onto your dreams, and never let go.
A lesson learned, a little too late.
The jump may not kill you, but your ownership in the decision, will haunt you forever.
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Posted: Jul 2009
About this poem:
I wrote this after my divorce from my boys father, when I felt as though I had made a terrible mistake by leaving and breaking up my family. Years later now, I have let go of that guilt and I realize that I did do the right thing after all.