dreaming new dreams

Dreaming new Dreams
Sometimes its hard to move on
with a little part of you dead
a part that defined you
a part that will never recover

how can a blossom thats nipped in the bud
ever bloom?
how can a butterfly, with its wings clipped while in the cocoon ever fly?
How can a soul with its conscience half tarred ever live?

But it must..
it must live
because there is but one life
with which to make irrecoverable mistakes.
and with which to pickup whatever pieces possible and move ON

because move on one must
to dwell in the misery of a past gone wrong
a detestable present
and a future that could now never be lived
is of no use

those dreams are gone..
all gone..
only the mere shrapnels of painfull memories..
thoughts .. of what could have been
prick the corners of my eyes..
when I lay down to rest...

let these wounded eyes see pretty dreams
dreams of hope
of a different kind
not the merry fantasies of an innocent child
but of a woman torn...used and discarded