BROKEN DREAMS



Life flies by, we make plans, we go after dreams and goals.
We think we are indestructible, that nothing will stand in our way,
then is a split second of time, life changes and the future with it. 
If you havenít had a brain injury, I canít expect you to understand,
The lostness, the loneliness, the insecurity about who I really am.

I have spent years trying to make the best of a bad situation.
There were many hours spent believing everything would be mended,
by smiling, learning, hoping that someday it would magically change.
I was waiting for the change, that gave me back what I felt like I had 
lost.
But the only change that will happen  has got to come from within myself.

But reality is, I have had to come to terms with the many broken dreams.
I had to learn to depend on others for things I would have never dreamed 
of.
The years have taught me acceptance, the broken dreams have taught me 
humility.
My time is now spent planning a new future, developing new dreams and 
goals.
Never quite sure if they will come true, but  hope is a gift that I give 
myself. 
 
But the disappointment is always there just under the surface, of what 
could have been.
The years have not taken away the wounds, they have just taught me to 
deal with them.
The internal struggle everyday to do the things that were once so easy 
makes me sad.
But then I look around and I know that it could be so much worse, and 
I feel thankful.
I still believe broken dreams can be mended, and I choose to spend my 
energy there.

I have many broken dreams, but am learning to replace them with new 
realistic dreams.
There have been many disappointments, but I am learning to replace 
them with hope.
No, I will never be quite the same, but I have learned to be satisfied 
with who I now am.
I donít have to like the changes fate has made in my life, but I do have 
to deal with them.
Yes , the broken dreams are still there, but new plans and dreams keep 
my mind busy.

Sometimes I wonder if broken dreams were meant to be, to change the 
course of our life.

by: Debbie Wilson
    8-19-96