One Day

She sat upon a dream sometime

Afraid to bring it back to life

Awaiting for one day She kept

The dusty little dream at rest

So abandoned she lie

On the cutting room floor

Surpassed nine lives

Yet dead again once more

If not by her lips

To reintroduce her to life

Imagined in thought

She clung for her life

For one day she’d dance

And frolic once more

Once the fear left her thought

The dream life could soar

This dream that was dungeoned

And knew nothing of light

No longer dead from inaction

Now clambering to fight

A raspy old tone

Came from the hollow within

Let today be the one day

Dream doesn’t let fear win
By: Jo Arroyo (11/9/2015)

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