Hello! It’s Day #4 of Blogtember.
Friday, September 6: A story about a time you were very afraid.
Now this is a difficult one. I’m presenting it in a poem.
The Notebook of Dreams
I opened the notebook at night.
I wrote of all my dreams,
Adding each colour, each flavour.
I described each mood lovingly,
Each moment of the time when
Those dreams would be fulfilled.
People came, they wondered.
“Isn’t your dream brown?”
I looked confusedly at my notebook.
It looked violet to me.
“Your dream is brown, how wonderful!”
The more I looked
The more the violet faded
The more the brown emerged.
“My dream is brown” I said.
And went about working
Striving for success in the brown.
Strangely, my plans didn’t account
For any of the brown.
Frustrated, I strained myself
Trying to search it in the sea of violet.
But, no! There wasn’t any violet, was there?
I had been convinced of it.
The brown kept eluding me.
And finally, the stark fear came to front.
That paralyzing fear of failure.
“I can’t be successful in brown! I cried.
“All my dreams are shattered!”
I broke down then.
Time passed, and the broken pieces
Glued themselves together.
New colours were formed.
The eyes, which had grown
Used to the dreary dark
Started recognizing the hues and shades.
And one day, finally
I gathered the courage
To search for the notebook.
Dust had settled on it,
But it was there in front of me all this while.
I opened the notebook again.
The dreams were all violet!
Surprised, I turned the pages
With furious intensity.
Violet! All violet!
“My dreams are violet!” I smiled ruefully.
And let a silent tear escape my eyes.
I know I haven’t disclosed much. But I think that people can relate to fear no matter what situation caused it.
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