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I held the dream with faithful hands,

The future built from fragile plans.

I thought if hope stayed long enough,

It might become the kind of love.

But dreams can turn into a cage,

When truth keeps waiting off the page.

And sometimes what you want so bad

Is only what your lonely had.

So I released the life I drew,

And found a self I never knew.

The old dream couldn't hold me tight—

I outgrew it into light.

Poetician