for A&E
By Zoe Baranowski
February 2023
By Zoe Baranowski
February 2023
Dreams of the rising sun.
Sometimes dreams are sweet and taste like pie.
Sometimes you wake with a cold sweat, feeling fear again and again.
Some dreams are odd, unique in their own way.
Each with emotion, journeys and their own story.
Dreams can be tricky, as they like to fly away.
Dreams can be changed, showing those nightmares away.
Not all dreams come when you're asleep, sometimes you're awake.
Perhaps your future is a dream you wish to achieve.
Then go, reach for it.
Just know that hope is on your side.
As after every night, the sun always rises.
Poems sometimes aren't understood
Sometimes poems do not make sense.
No one knows how they flow.
Perhaps that’s the magic of it, though.
You are special, in your own little way.
Everyone is unique in their own different way.
Some thrive in the light’s glittering rays.
Others prefer the shadows, to be hidden from sight.
But we all are similar, in each of our own little ways.
Nothing else should tear you apart.
Least of all, think you’re different from the rest.
We all are our own.
Each one of us is new, individual.
You should hold your head up high.
Because you are you, no one else.
You're amazing in your own way.
Because you’re special.
Because you’re alive.
Sometimes dreams are sweet and taste like pie.
Sometimes you wake with a cold sweat, feeling fear again and again.
Some dreams are odd, unique in their own way.
Each with emotion, journeys and their own story.
Dreams can be tricky, as they like to fly away.
Dreams can be changed, showing those nightmares away.
Not all dreams come when you're asleep, sometimes you're awake.
Perhaps your future is a dream you wish to achieve.
Then go, reach for it.
Just know that hope is on your side.
As after every night, the sun always rises.
Poems sometimes aren't understood
Sometimes poems do not make sense.
No one knows how they flow.
Perhaps that’s the magic of it, though.
You are special, in your own little way.
Everyone is unique in their own different way.
Some thrive in the light’s glittering rays.
Others prefer the shadows, to be hidden from sight.
But we all are similar, in each of our own little ways.
Nothing else should tear you apart.
Least of all, think you’re different from the rest.
We all are our own.
Each one of us is new, individual.
You should hold your head up high.
Because you are you, no one else.
You're amazing in your own way.
Because you’re special.
Because you’re alive.