A poem I wrote about a dear friend, it is based on her at one point in her life, but it is not her. It is for frustrated dreamers. 

She sighs heavy with frustration

too tired to hold the weight of everything she is,

and everything she is not.

Her eyes search desperately for an answer

an answer that cannot be found

an answer that explains the hole she's in

something that will make it all worth it.

She buries herself in her work, filling her already exhausted mind with endless meanings

anything to drown the numbing pain.

She can feel her true self

trying to breathe through the muddled mask

she is stuck between two crushing boulders

one with empty promises of joy today

the other with fulfillment in a better tomorrow..

a tomorrow that may never come.

Easy living is a dream she's buried now

writing rules of hardship and sacrifice

Burning her passion to the ground

she settles for a life that fulfills all but her own heart.

If only, if only that was enough.

But life is all about choices.

No one ever said it was easy,

but all have said it was worth 

every. tear.

This is your life, Dear Dream

don't die by omission.

Please don't let your passion burn out.

I can see the pain in your eyes

I can feel your frustration in every teardrop.

Love your pain, Dear friend..

It is your guidance, your angel

Your pain is your helping hand

pushing you in the right direction.

Shoot for your stars, Dear Jessica

For without them, 

life is unworthy of you.