Chasing your dreams
Are never as easy as it seems.
There are rough patches, dry spells and attempts
That exceed your goals.
Moments when morning turns to night
And you frantically search for sleep.
It disappears and hides under rocks we rarely pick up.
Thousands of hours spent working
In the depths of corporate greed.
Now the strain sits on the bottom
Of baggy restless eyelids.
But the grind encourages our soul.
We grab our futures with both hands
Unprepared to let go.
Afraid of a tomorrow we can not see.
But englightened by a dream that ignites our soul.
We are the misunderstood millennials tugging
At the unraveling thread of a tightly wound ball of yarn.
We are the babyboomers
telling stories of yesterday to a new generation.
The truth tellers standing on soap boxes
hoping to be heard by someone.
We are the postal workers
Delivering your mail run on time.
We are the restaurant worker
That serves you in the drive thru line.
We are waiting on the dawn of a beaming sun.
Full of promise and no compromise.
Dig and you will find hope.
It is a well that never runs dry.
Even when you’ve hit the bottom.
You should always give it one last try.
Love always, Esha ❤