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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=361324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Discarded Dream</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A life in writing is all I wanted <br>I watched other friends reach <br>pinnacles I could only dream about. <br>Their writing shone <br>like bright stars <br>as mine just gathered dust. <br>Rejected time and time again <br>The more I wrote <br>The more the rejections grew, <br>until in the end I looked at what I had <br>and the years I for-fitted <br>searching, scrambling for a dream</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every glimmer of hope, <br>and there were plenty <br>seemed to crumble <br>and like sand slip through my fingers. <br>In the end after my mentor and friend died. <br>The only person to encourage me <br>when I was filled with despair <br>something within in me died as well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I looked back at what I called<br>all those wasted years. <br>I then gave up the one thing <br>that gave my life some meaning. <br>Discarded it as a child would a broken toy. <br>The dream I had was broken, <br>un-repairable so I thought. <br>I declined to be a nobody <br>without any future promised land. <br>Giving up without even taking a stand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The years tumbled by <br>and I found much to my surprise <br>there was no longing left within my eyes. <br>The faith I had in myself <br>also died a lonely death. <br>The love for what I wanted to do <br>withered without repair. <br>I put my pen down <br>I swore for the last time. <br>No more would I pursue the dream <br>that had consumed me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Therefore, down the road <br>I went swearing never to return. <br>For years that promise I kept. <br>The fire flickered and dimmed, <br>but somehow never died <br>for deep within the embers <br>a small flame still flickered alive. <br>A chance encounter, <br>a request to read someone else’s work <br>and comment of two was enough. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To ignite the flame <br>to burn brighter than before. <br>Awakening a dormant dream <br>that had been cast aside. <br>The dream then flourished <br>with no ending in sight. <br>Everyday it awakens more. <br>Therefore, for those who read <br>what happen to me <br>don’t discard your hopes and dreams, <br>for one day you’ll turn a corner <br>and those dreams will come true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>9 January 2008</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q>
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I watched other friends reach 
pinnacles I could only dream about. 
Their writing shone 
like bright stars 
as mine just gathered dust. 
Rejected time and time again 
The more I wrote 
The more the rejections gre..."></div>
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