by Aaron Esparza

Part of my heart is really sad
To let go of the dreams that I once had

Is it just that I am blue
Or maybe lost sight of you?

Or did my dreams become too much mine?
Did I forget that my dreams are your design?

My dreams were what lived for growing up
Life was an adventure and full was my cup

I had so much to look forward to in life
now my dreams feel like they were stabbed with a knife

Did postmodernism leave me this way?
Is this loss of dreams and hopes to stay?

Was it because my perfect world met reality?
Or was I too caught up in my spirituality?

Weren’t my dreams of you?
Yet maybe drenched in infatuation through and through

Why have you taken my dreams away?
Is this a part of you molding me as clay?

Is this process meant to strip me of what isn’t of you
And bring me to a place all brand new

Right now I have no dreams to hold on to
I am just fighting to make it through

But wait, is that the point right there?
To bring me to an end in my despair

To let go of my dreams I’ve held on to
So I could in turn hold onto you?

–Jamie Fowler is a sophomore Pastoral minor.