You blame me,
us,
them,
for stealing your dreams.
“How Dare You!”
you shout,
face twisted, contorted
into emotion.
Sadly, no one told you,
no one guided you,
to know,
no one can steal your dreams.
Just you,
and only you,
can let your dreams,
hopes,
desires,
visions,
slip away.
You can blame others
all you want,
as loud as you want,
but the truth is this:
You’ve lost your dreams?
That’s on you.
Don’t you feel as though
stalls in an art museum
should be mosaics?
I’m certain there is
much to say,
deep thoughts to share,
intelligent insights to expose
and uncover.
Right now,
I don’t know what they are,
I don’t know where they are,
and I don’t know
if I want to even find them.
No inventory
of where you’ve been, what you’ve done?
You’ll soon go nowhere.
We were asked if we/
would have come that Holy Night.
Answer: We were there!
Women stand in my
past and now, witness to my
dumb interference.