Chain of Dreams
With heavy heart I tugged on my chain of dreams, remembering each link forged with the enthusiasm and energy of the sun but now waiting cold and metal. My dreams were rattled as I tried to free them but seeing the other end of the chain encased in concrete I gave up, blew them a kiss and walked away…. “I don’t have the strength right now but I’ll be back”, I promised, “just as soon as I know how to free you.”
And now I return to examine what has held me back, with a fresh set of eyes and new tools in my heart. The rusty concrete cutter of self-discipline lies useless at the base. I remove it and kneel carefully, examining what I thought to be solid. Little by little I caress and wear away the surface with the new found fingers of self acceptance. I tenderly sweep away the sand underneath with the hands of support and quickly pluck away the stones with the arms of gathering community, until suddenly with a tug of inspiration the chain is free.
My dreams are mine to hold in my arms once again. The weight of them strengthens me. I shall carry them always.
Thank you all