I’ve seen people lose their light when they realize their dream won’t come true. And although that sounds daunting and gray, it’s real. When their eyes darken and they bow their heads in disappointment, I know their dream has been shattered into a thousand tiny pieces.
When they realize that this expectation they’ve been holding onto disappears into the howling wind, never to be seen again, almos...
Tw: this is a really long poem, like absurdly long, and might not even be worth the read because i’ve never had a daughter, i just really want one so i figured i’d give this a shot. this is also just a draft so idek at this point… also i didn’t follow the prompt. but despite all that, feedback would be great!