I wrote this after a difficult trip with a friend. We were both carrying our own grief. I’m not one to write poetry. But, when this came out of me, I felt it deserved sharing.
I dedicate this to anyone who has ever given up on their dreams.
To those that have caught up with them, Congraulations.
To those who have not, I hope in some small way this can inspire you to look back, take notice and soar!
I moved West to pursue a dream, like Cowboys do.
In that pursuit, I lost my way.
My success became my failure.
I made friends with fear.
We moved in together.
Alone. In the dark, I thought, “Who am I to be a cowboy?”
As the years went by I became disconnected from another dream — THE DREAM!
Eventually forgetting it — It didn’t forget me.
It pursued me until I turned around to notice it.
We got together — Just lunch.
We made our apologies.
Neither of us were without blame.
We both made room to forgive.
We took a walk.
Slowly at first.
Then we ran. We ran until We Soared!