Dreams Dreamt

Sometimes my heart aches. It aches for dreams dreamt but never seen. It aches for what could have been and for the loss of what should have been. My heart cries at the very real notion that what once was is no longer. My path completely altered. Some loss is not felt, but gain is seen in this tragedy. Freedom from a life of agony and suffering, but what of the small yet very large hole in my heart? The loss of intimacy of the dream that started yet never finished. Some things are not meant to go on forever. Letting go is never easy. Realizing that I must let go of the dream never seen and grab onto another dream is painful. It cuts deep into my spirit and brings a sadness that cannot be expressed. Yet, just as in the night, a new dream comes. It brings thoughts of wonder and excitement, angst and nervousness, gladness and bliss. For in this new dream I can live again. My heart can see a way to a new hope, a new way to be. And slowly, slowly my heart aches a little less until one day the dream that was dreamt and never seen is just a memory. No longer a dream in the forefront, but a fond thought of what might have been. My heart can rejoice in the new dream, the dream that becomes reality.