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DREAMS by Sandra Allagapen


I wrote this poem after working with someone who felt like a failure because she hadn’t achieved one of her childhood dreams…

It didn’t matter that she had achieved so much that she wouldn’t even have dared hope for, when she was younger. She judged herself and her life by the things she hadn’t done and therefore no matter how good life got, it was never enough to chase away her sadness and her regrets.

It saddened me that she found more value in dwelling in the past than in creating a future where she was fulfilled. 

The main message of this poem is that sometimes the dream isn’t the destination; sometimes it’s just a signpost to the direction we needed to take to meet that person who has been our closest friend for the last 20 years, or to have that experience that we still talk about.

If we make the choice to replace regrets with faith, that all is indeed well, we will be able to be fully present in our own lives, enjoy all the good that is already there, and focus on the future we want for ourselves. 

And today, this is my prayer for all of us...
Dreams

A face in the mirror
A stranger yet familiar
From the depths of her soul
A story insisting on being told
Of a girl once full of hope
That great things in her life will unfold

Thirty years have passed
Some dreams just did not last
Only her eyes tell the tale
Of a spirit once certain to prevail
Who now mourns dreams long gone
And all the things left undone

She wants to hide
But the face in the mirror holds tight
The keeper of her soul
She won’t rest until she’s whole
Patiently she waits
A world of compassion in her gaze

It’s ok, she whispers
Let them go, she encourages
Those broken dreams you shoulder
Are no longer yours to cry over
Some had no purpose
Others were just signposts

It’s time to surrender
And make space for the future
Regrets make lousy companions
What you need is passion
The future is yet to come
Who says it can’t be awesome

A spark of inspiration
Can lead to the greatest creation
Paving the way for new beginnings
That you can’t yet imagine
Because to catch a moonbeam
You have to dream new dreams
~
 


Sandra Allagapen: I am originally from Mauritius but now live in London UK. I am an accountant as well as an alternative therapist. I find balance in variety. I love reading, jewellery-making, reading, spending time with my loved ones, reading, writing and reading. I am hopeful that one day I’ll be spending more time writing than reading!  I love bright colours, crystals, books, trees, people who are not afraid to speak their minds, and so much more on this gorgeous planet of ours. You may contact me on Facebook .





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  1. Awesome poetry by an awesome lady. I am so blessed to have met Sandra and that she continues to touch my heart and life with her loving encouraging e-mails, she has such a great sense of humour. It is not often that we meet people who simply get us. Sandra always does. Keep on writing your gorgeous poetry my beautiful friend. You rock! :-)
    xox Sabine

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