You can carry a dream
as you’d carry a bouquet
tucked inside your ribcage.
Until eventually the buds
will bend against skin,
struggling to breathe,
choking and desperate
to climb upward,
needing to burst,
from the ache
to break free.
Break.
Don’t be afraid.
Dreams are birthed by wild hearts
and wild hearts are as strong
as branches are determined,
and as roots run still,
and deep.
Victoria Erickson
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| anthropologie #columbus |
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