The Castle of Glory

I’ve said it a thousand times. It’s a spark; A heartbeat; A melody; A thousand raindrops meeting gravel; The hug of the wind.; The music in laughter; and a thousand more the-s. It’s what keeps us centered and whole. What makes us look more than up, and never down.  It’s what we’re always born with and who we are—Our dreams. As corny as it may sound, it’s true, at least to me. Our dreams are somewhere there inside all of our cores, and what we do, is we build a castle out of it—an entire reign—and then we suddenly separate it from our reality. We start talking about how heavy and loaded and absurd and difficult it is. So we just keep it there.

And we do nothing.

But we still never stopped talking about it. We still talked about this and that and how it might come to be, and how maybe, just maybe it could be possible, and for a second we believed! Then, we would just let rain pour down our reign, and we would let it take our castle away, as if all of our hope and work were built with paper.

But we still kept our dreams there inside and we never spoke about it ever again, we only let it guard us from our reality. So all we could do is stay enveloped and encased in a wall of maybes and mights.

Because we got scared and it was like the world’s most powerful fuel didn’t course through our blood because we can dream. We got terrified, and we hid, without realizing our power, and it was disgusting; Completely revolting to hold back The Castle of Glory because someone said no.

And now I don’t want to sit back and watch anymore. I don’t want to look inside my head, when I can bring my light forth, because I have light inside of me. We all do. And we’ll never be afraid ever again. We’ll never lose our light because others had lost theirs. We’ll sparkle and we’ll glisten, and we’ll sing, and we’ll dance, as our dreams become our reality, and we’ll dance again, and we’ll sing again, and we’ll glisten and sparkle again, because we dreamt and we dream and we’ll dream.