Broken Dreams for Freedom

Wow....you're not allowed to laugh at my cheesy, horribly unsuccessful rhyme scheme.

-Twas late one August evening, when she unfolded her broken dreams.

As she lie them out on the table, they created the most beautiful scene.

Dreams of love, dreams of the future, dreams of intensely wonderful things.

They were all but distant memories now,

nothing more than things to remenisce,

nothing that mattered to be seen.

They were beautiful because they were imaginary...

and the imagination is a beautiful place.

It's beauty reigns from it's impossibility, its hope, and it's glorious way of making greatness out of something fake.

The dreams that were thought so important were only memories that had been exchanged for what truly mattered.

Now they were beautifully broken, and she was left with the freedom of what was once unseen, this girl's blindness was seemingly shattered.

As she pondered over her broken dreams, she almost wondered... what could my life be.....if none of these things came to me?

Could she be more than what she was?
Though that was a possibility, she knew what truth beheld..

Before she could even wonder, her consciousness pointed out

that these beautifully shattered dreams were the source of what she would become.

Though painful and silly, these broken dreams made up more of her than she could tell.

You see, they created, from a monster, something more beautiful than love.

They created a person, who was free. They created someone who had enough sense to look above...

Enough sense to look above the things of this world....to look for more than ordinary, lifeless love. As she stroked her fingers over her broken dreams one last time, she exhaled.
Now that she knew there was more for her, it didn't matter what her past dreams entailed.

She looked onward, above, to the wonderful things to come.

And she smiled the most beautiful smile imaginable, as she folded her broken dreams back up.

She placed her folded, broken dreams back on the table.

Then she walked away....she knew she'd never need to return to that oh so beautiful fable.