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Dreams, Come and Gone

"Someone may have stolen your dream when it was young and fresh and you were innocent. Anger is natural. Grief is appropriate. Healing is mandatory. Restoration is possible." ~ Jane Rubietta

I stole away my own dreams with the mistakes that I made, but I am not uncommon in that respect.

The majority of the women in my circle of friends are single moms, like myself, and I'm sure the world over knows the trials and tribulations of women as us very well.

Forgive my anger, but what right does that then give a stranger to disparage me? I've done the best that I could with the resources available to me, longing for more, but never asking for it. Poverty is not an easy thing to overcome, though, and I tire of the struggle of redefining my station.

I wish I could turn away from the world at times, bury myself in the hot sand and bask in that ceaseless warmth, but I can't. Who would take care of my children if I did? What a saving grace they are, little human forms wrapped in justification and renewal. But they can only heal a portion of my fractured spirit. The rest... Only Providence can say.


Image: Michael Lukas Leopold Willman, Landscape with the Dream of Jacob, 1691

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