Hanging Dreams

This entry is part 5 of 16 in the series Issue VI: Fall 2010

by Sarah Dobrowolski, Age 14

That dream you once deferred,
where did it go?
I think it hung above,
Like a marionette doll.
But you let go of the strings.
You tied them to a door handle
and left it there for someone else.
This someone else opened the door,
wondering what laid behind.
And there were your abandoned strings.
The doll became theirs.
The dream became theirs.
They did not know that it was once your dream,
but when you release, someone else, picks up
your dream. The lost is found and the dolls can dance.

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