Marble

Life,

Up to this point

Had been a constant struggle

Of what I dreamed to become

And what I became.

But along this path

The dismal earthquake,

Of my reality

Brought out the slow temporal beauty of all my deep dreams.

Reality is tricky

It's beauty is abrasive,

It's light in nighttime cities,

And oceans from home.

Dreams are elusive,

It's seeing the potential of things,

And watching the wonder of your choices unravel before you.

Is there nothing more beautiful,

than fighting the hate of your reality,

Only to witness the slow grace of your dreams unfold?

The real test is taking advantage of the blessings of a lifetime of dreaming,

Not trampling your choices underfoot,

And becoming what you always imagined you'd be.