Dreams

A poem about believing in dreams until someone you trust tells you they don't exist.

She used to try to count the stars.
Starting with one.
They told her it was impossible,
but every night she'd start
right where she left off.
Pausing to appreciate the brightest stars
never overlooking the tiniest.
She'd count stars until she fell asleep
and then she counted stars in her dreams.

She used to try and build her dreams.
Starting with one.
They told her it was impossible,
but every day she'd start
right where she left off.
Pausing to carefully carve some hope.
Never overlooking the tiniest.
Building as many dreams as she had counted stars
and then she dreamed some more.

She used to count the stars.
Even when there were none.
And only when you told her it was impossible
did she believe you.
Because she trusted you.
And so you counted the stars
as they disappeared from her eyes.

And now when she looks up at the night sky
all she can do is watch them
die.

She used to count the stars.
She used to...