The Unlived Life

by Nailah Abdus-Salaam

The life we live,
And the life unlived,
Created over time.
Some of us are less alive,
Than the seeds of our dreams,
That reside in our minds.
Thoughts of yesterday’s
Fading now, broken piece by piece.
Looking at the moments, 
Searching for the release of peace.
Tattered are the precious seams,
Of those yet unfulfilled dreams.

Some of us
Are still dreaming,
But all dreams aren’t meant to become realities,
Or at least so it seems.
The best laid plans, are often foiled by circumstance
But we continue non-discouraged,
Convinced there’s  at least a  chance,
That dreams do come true,
If we do all we can do.
Until we come to the realization,
That old dreams are replaced by the new.

Life is a continual story of the ashes of dreams,
And this isn’t a calamity, 
But it is a tragedy,
To not allow yourself to dream.
Even on the stormiest of days,
When the tides will be on the rise,
There will always be hope,
Dreams in the heart and tear filled eyes.
Defy life's waves and paddle to secure shores,
And once again stand firmly,
And dream your dreams some more.
For dreamers, there’s always much more in store.

The Unlived Life by Nailah Abdus-Salaam - ♥The Muminah Poetess♥

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