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dreams
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fun
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everyone . . .
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dawn . . .
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dawn . . .
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–
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I’m
still
–
–
holding
on.
Reflection:
This poem reflects a personal struggle where the sufferer looks back and broods about a past where possibilities and opportunities presented themselves but were cast aside on the roll of the dice that better, brighter things might come his or her way instead. They never had but there is the hope that the sufferer is still holding on and might better appreciate a future possibility or opportunity that comes his/her way.
I played the wonderful gem of a song “Holding On” by The War on Drugs in the background to create the “moodset” for the poem. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.