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I tell myself before bed every night
And every morning when I wake up
“It is going to happen, it is going to happen.”

It drifts through my mind every afternoon
And every evening
“My chance is coming, my chance is coming.”

I hope, I believe I can bring it to me, will bring it to me
But my doubt comes on so quickly, so easily
I am always left wondering: How can I be so hopeful yet so doubtful at the same time?

I remind myself of the bliss I feel when I feel like my dreams are within my reach
How natural it all seems when I picture my life the way it should be
What is meant for me.

So I continue to hope, continue to see
Just how far my dreams can take me.





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Mazella D. said...
Jul. 14, 2009 at 2:17 pm
Beautiful poem by a gifted young lady.
 
counselorvbw said...
Jul. 14, 2009 at 3:06 am
Rachel, this writing was so thought provoking. As I read it, it made me think of how insightful you are; especially at such a young age. Please continue to publish more. A friend stated that Maya Angelou would be proud to do your poem in one of her readings.
 
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