When your dreams shatter

Into sharp jagged shards

And you’re all cut up and bleeding out

Not really wanting to pick up

Pieces that no longer fit anyway

Don’t rebuild the broken vase, jar, bottle, cup

Or whatever inadequate container that held them

The old ones were a little too safe, small, good

Leave them behind

They weighed you down instead of beckoning you to fly

The real dreaming begins now 

Unrestrained, unencumbered, unchained

The irrefusable invitation to live again