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Keeping the Faith
When I was just a little girl, I danced and pranced around. Wishing I could leap from my youth, Grow, reach out, and be that shining star. Stop dreaming, I heard! You have to wake up and see the light, they said! Your dreams are like birthday wishes. When the candles burn out, so do the dreams! Frightened was I of waking to the truth, As my growth from youth came slowly to a halt. Lost was I from the joys of my dreams. What could I do, and who could I be? Did I leap too quickly, or I not leap at all? With little faith, what could one say? So many doubts leaving me with fear, And so many questions left unanswered. Standing to the side, I sought tranquility For myself and by myself. What I learned was not to seek the faith, But twas the faith that it shall find me. Spring blossoms the flowers and fade away, Allowing nature to continue its course. Just like the candles and the wishes, there is no infinity, yet certainty in hope. Time motivated my desire to dance once again, The rhythm did not always come to the right beat, Or was it my left that led the way. No matter, I found both and kept them as a pair. Striking those keys of ebony and ivory, On a wooden board so firm and bold, I found a new way of leaping to melodies of life, Echoing to the strikes of chords yet to be heard. Sounds listened to are not always heard, Hearing and listening to all that's good, Clearly, that's well understood! Yana Petkov 27th June 2002 Vote for this poem
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