To hold a dream in our hearts is a means of survival – HOPE which buoys the human spirit And comforts the troubled soul; A mighty fortress in which to hide from daily cares; Or a foothold when we stumble and fall. You were my dream in difficult years: A shining arrow pointing the way; A golden sun rising in my line of vision; And I held on to that dream When I should have let go. But some dreams are beautiful, Perfect, and chaste; And no amount of cruel living Can taint their rainbow hues. If I could reach the core of that dream, And yet remain sane, How much better would life be?
[…] off, I’d like to thank Barbara Harris Leonhard for republishing my poem, “Hold On to That Dream,” on Latinos USA. It was originally published on Masticadores USA in […]
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