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in my childhoood
room there was a canopy bed
and I dreamed many big dreams of many big things, believing that one day
they would all come true, but in reality, big dreams lead to massive crashes
my dreams my hopes
came crashing down hard
nobody heard the sound of
my defeat except me
nobody gave a flying damn
I was just a stupid girl
being a massive drama queen
one day the canopy was
taken down and it was
never put back up
the little girl with a head full of dreams too massive for this world was dead
I buried her but the dreams continued to haunt me as I tried hard to conform
to a world that wasn't made for, that was filled with disdain for the likes of me
I no longer have a pretty canopy bed upon which to lay my ugly head, I said
to dream that I will wake up pretty and be the toast of the city, it's time to let
those dreams fall dead
don't look back now
your hope died somehow
it was too big
for this little world
now bury your dreams
and step in time
it's time to conform
you foolish little girl
I'm not sure this looks like a canopy bed. I tried. I am dreadful at making shape poems.
I biffed the prompts yesterday (I did the "change" poem two days in a row), so today I'm doing two April PAD challenge prompts: massive and don't look back. The NaPoWriMo prompt was to describe a bedroom from my past.
And now for the inevitable blah-blah.
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Never conform. There is no happiness (none, nada, zip, zilch) into trying to squeeze yourself into the corset of other people's expectations.ReplyDelete
It looks like a canopy bed in my email. I always wanted a canopy bed. Never had one. I thought it would be the height of romanticism.ReplyDelete