Dreams

Awake dreams. Dreams of the soul. The kind you don't share, except with your closest friends lest they be crushed by indifference or scorn.
I am seeing friends getting hurt because they trusted others with their dreams and those trustees did not realize the precious treasure they were entrusted with and reacted as though this idea, this hope, this seed was nothing but an insignificant *thing* whose substance bore no sustenance, whose seed held no promise. They thrusted it aside like it did not matter. They did not see its shiny nascent wings, its moist gleaming eyes. It's just a fly, buzzing annoyingly they thought. How wrong. How cruel to swat it with the back of their hand. No regard for feeling. No thought for the progenitor of the dream. No compassion.
I am fortunate to have caring friends who listen to me, help me, nourish my hopes and applaud my efforts. My friends embrace my dreams and carry them in their hearts, and with them I accomplish them. My dreams are light and strong and so am I. Thanks to you and your support.