• Belinda Lane

Poetry: Broken Dreams

October 22, 2021


Picking up all my shattered dreams, I was deciding what to do with them, when I saw a door open

in front of me.

“What are you going to do with your shattered dreams?” one inquired as I stepped in.

“I haven’t decided yet,” I responded.

“Give them to me,” he suggested.

“What are you going to do with them?” I asked, handing them over.

“I will give them back to you.”

Stepping backward,

I replied, “No, I don’t want them”.

Then I saw and all the pieces were now one beautiful picture.

I was about to ask what had happened when I saw his nailed, scarred hands.


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Hope deferred make the heart sick, but when dreams come true, there is life and joy. Proverbs 13:1

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