Where do broken dreams go?
Do these broken shards pile up somewhere
and make you trip and fall
on lonely nights.
Or do they just rot in a corner
of your broken heart
where the stench becomes unbearable
maybe that’s why you find it hard
to just breathe.
Do they become a rope
tied to your feet
always holding you back
always keeping you tied
preventing you from taking risks
moving forward, trying.
Do they become ghosts
that whisper in the night
and keep you up
singing of all your disappointments
as the tears slowly roll down your cheeks.
Do they become the reflection in the mirror
always reminding you
how you fell short
how you couldn’t get them.
Do they become the silence in the room
when people leave
because you despair too much
over these broken dreams.
Do they become your best friend
holding you hand, always in close touch
more so, than any other real person.
Do they become you?
Do they manifest and slowly metamorphose into you
Taking away your identity
Your being, your joy, the sparkle in your eyes.
And all that remains, are these broken dreams that now define you.
(c) Sneha Pathak