Dreaming of
Flawless skin – unscarred by time,
Eyes mirror the endless sky.
Tragedy? here but no pain.
Pain hurts and scars and ruins, yet
It has to be realistic.
Dreaming of
Hair like silken light, shining,
Euphonious voice; also
She weeps but don’t worry so–
It is all for show because
It has to be realistic.
Anyway
Dreaming of
Hands that heal – “thank you,” they cry.
Feet that dance on paths of light.
All dreams are possible, but
It will take time. after all,
It has to be realistic.
Dreaming of
Perfect form, slender body.
Each breath a hymn of grace; see–
Her heart’s a vessel of pure
Light that shines through kind deeds.
Who said it has to be realistic?
Anyway,
Her eyes shine with wisdom and
Her voice brings peace to beggars
And kings alike. so she
Strolls in fields of gold – happy
Laughter echoing like the
Sweetest melody: a beacon
Of endless joy for all to see!
Isn’t it so realistic?
She’s praised; devoid of envy.
Perfect everything and no
Flaw saved for her utter
Perfection – her singular
Struggle in her world of my
Creation, which whispers hopeful
Lies. lies that say that maybe…
Dreams could be realistic.
My dreams are dissipating,
Fading – a desert’s mirage.
No! Let me be a goddess.
My heart’s an endless ocean
Of love; it’s being squandered
On this dumb world where nothing
Is realistic.
Author’s Note:
Often, like many other teenagers, I find myself wishing I was someone I’m not; I wish that I could magically disappear into another world with different rules that somehow cater towards me akin to fantasy novels. This poem captures my feelings of hoping my unrealistic dreams could one day be real, while knowing that they can never become real. My desire is that many others can also relate to these emotions and understand that everyone is living through this reality together where no one is perfect, so they can give all the love they have to each other and not just in their dreams.
Sophia Liao | 15 | Washington, USA
