After the party, I return home
I am not drunk with joy
I am not drunk with contentment
The people and the joy of the crowd
All fall off me as I return to my existence
As a young girl, I had dreamed
I had hoped, I had planned, I had schemed
And then the world crashed around me
It told me not to strive, not to climb, not to dream
That existence was feasible, but not to shine.
Independence, control, enough so the government in my life does not define.
To be above the world, I had dreamed, To have earned my own
I returned home, after the party, and I cried
I had hoped, I had planned, I had schemed
And then the world crashed around me
It told me not to strive, not to climb, not to dream
About the Creator
Antoinette L Brey
I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
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Comments (5)
I hope you chose to dream anyway. Beautiful job
Beautiful.
WOW!!! This is just so spot on for our world today. Loved it.
This is so beautiful and so incredibly relatable! Wonderfully written!
I love this poem so much! Simple and yet completely encompasses how many of us are feeling in a world that tries so hard to define and control us instead of just letting us live and dream.