Dreams Poem by W.I. Stoneberger

I know you have one.
Where is it?
Let me see its face.
Let me hear it sing.
Where have you hidden it?
Is it in a dresser drawer,
stored with your secrets
at the back of the closet,
buried in the backyard
of your childhood home?

Did it lose its luster
from lingering too long in limbo?
Did the weight of waiting
make it seem unbearable?
Were you told that you couldn't keep it,
force to leave it behind
in the name of growing up?

Think about it now.
Remember -
its familiar shape
the feelings it released
the joy and possibility.
Breath it in again.

Remember it.
Reclaim it.