I Held a Dream

I held a dream

Perfect, glistening, pristine

I had found myself

In the passion of my art and the love of my support team

I thought, "I could really like this girl that I've turned out to be"

But I held too tight

And a thousand pieces burst from my hand and glistened as they rained down under the spotlight

And when they hit the floor, I grabbed masking tape and pieced the shards back together as if that could make it alright.

But when I looked down, I no longer held a dream.

I held sharp fragments stuck together with desperate hopes and naivety.

I have lost myself.

No longer passionate or supported

I am nothing.

So I pack my bags and leave in hopes of finding a new dream.

Only this time, I won't hold so tight

And maybe this time, I will become something.