This week’s poem, called Live the Dream, is by John Radford.
You’re still living that dream, though it’s not what it seems
but you hope it comes good, for you were promised it would
work out for you.
But ashes and dust, brokenness and rust,
stumbling blocks, roads full of hard knocks
Stealing your time, pretending its fine,
trials and tests with no time for rest,
it exhausts you.
Depression and gloom, lonely nights in your room,
no family or friend on hand to defend,
or help you.
Fear like a flood, someone is after your blood,
You can’t take any more there’s no exit door
You can’t keep living this dream it’s never what it seems,
It will never come good how much you hoped it would,
it’s not for you.
You need reality, that’s how it could be,
truths not lies, laughter not cries,
are there for you.
There is freedom and peace, continues release,
there’s is love and grace, here in this place,
it awaits you.