give yourself the dream

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give yourself the dream

a poem by linda m. crate

my soul is of love and light, i have a thunderbolt on my arm if any doubt my inheritance of stars; i prefer kindness and compassion to give of my flowers, but anyone who provokes me will taste my thorns instead of my roses; the sweet fragrance of my dreams is only for those who believe in my dreams and in me—i refuse to waste any more time on people who force me to apologize for who i am, i am not sorry; i am me and you can take it or leave it because i will never be someone i am not to appease others nor will i swallow my voice anymore—behold i am both an ocean and a forest fire, i am both earth and air; i am elemental and i will use whatever i must to bury all those who would wound me with their nightmares because my life is meant to break the masks of monsters so i can free the dreams and the dreamers from their rest—i refuse to be broken as all the cogs that still spin in their tired machines, i refuse to accept that wounded people wound others; no matter our scars we have no right to break others—i will be a lighthouse to the dreamers, reconstructing phoenixes from the ashes; showing people they are stronger than they ever knew, and stronger certainly than all the people who broke them—i know what it’s like to cry oneself to sleep for so many moons that you lose track of how many stars you’ve lost, but at any time you can rewrite the story; so give yourself the dream ending you’ve always wanted for yourself.

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