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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