Afraid to Dream
There is a stranger in a crystal ball.
It has sagging skin and wisps of hair.
Its eyes are rotted
By a broken dream.
It's staring at an hour glass.
Not a grain of sand left.
Its time has ceased,
And it melts into tears the sun dries up,
Forgotten and forever gone.
Now her own reflection shows in the crystal ball
A young girl with tight skin,
Rich in time
But still, the eyes were rotted
By fear, now
Afraid to dream,
She refuses to grow,
Knowing full well,
The harder she could fall
She lets a broken dream
Write life’s map
And gets lost along the way.
Now the stranger’s back in the crystal ball
Except it’s no longer a stranger,
But a mere reflection
She has reached the X on her corrupted map
And lets her memory soak up into the sun,
Along with the seed of a dream,
Drowned by fear and
Never given the chance to sprout