Give up, I say.
My brains are telling me to stop
Holding onto dreams that are so distant,
So intangible, so mighty –
Not for the likes of me.
But a little corner in my heart won’t
Loosen her grip. Her little fist
Hold steadily onto that dream.
I ask her why, I try to unclench her fist –
She won’t say a thing.
She smiles and clenches on tighter.
I step closer, getting a better look at her:
She is wounded with discouragement,
She is bleeding of hope,
She is pierced with insults,
But she is smiling.
I wonder why. Why is she risking her
Life for my unattainable dreams,
Why won’t she just let go and…
Suddenly I am hit by reality,
Suddenly I am smashed by smirks –
And suddenly
I understand why she won’t let go
Of her little fist:
Who am I without my dreams?