The brokenness from a failed dream
A poem about grief when things don't work out as it should be
Failure to achieve a dream bears brokenness.
You moved with faith, prayed like a broken record for things to work, did everything you could but everything seems unattainable. Then you finally let go of the rope and surrender because you already lost a lot, if not everything.
Think of it this way, you soar high, close enough to achieve your goal, only to crash in the end.
The worst part is that the devastation is proportional to the sincerity of the attempt. There will naturally be disillusionment and loss of confidence. And now, stripped of dreams and momentum, the only thing left to ask is: is there still something to hold onto? Am I still able to bounce back? What comes next is settling for discontentment.
I share my piece about this brokenness. And soon, when I finally sit down and get wisdom from this, I hope to share reflective essay about it.
Broken
I dreamed too high, I dreamed too wide
Now I crash too low.
Back at the start with no dreams to guide,
Only hoping for some flow.
What comes after a burn—
Ash, dust, death?
Is there still life left to know?
Maybe… a second chance in tow.
I moved with faith, yet nothing came of it.
I tried with hope, but was denied upfront.
After a brave try that left a shattered life,
A pause, and then nothing moved.
Now all I see is an endless loop.
A recovery of just walking in circles,
Tracing what-ifs in the ruins.
Dare I still say everything will be fine?
Doubts creep in,
Prayers become like broken records,
Dispersed with the wind.
Everything became so quiet suddenly.
Now all I want is to believe again,
Not blindly but with something steady.
To trust even in the dark
That tomorrow can still turn around.
When dreams break and confidence fades,
What holds a person in place?
What anchor is too strong,
Enough for one to begin again?
Tell me,
Because I have nowhere left to go…
The End.
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