Death of Expectations

Reality wrecks when crashing down
Expectations shatter loud
The hopes one had, the surety
Now cracked and broken at one’s feet

Testing comes, rears up it’s head
To search what mettle one is made
A reed that’s supple, teachable
Or stiff, aloof, willful instead

If truth be shouted from the shards
Of broken dreams in the dust
All dreamers have an endpoint too
When they come to end of self

Look up! Look up! Help is there
To knit dreamers into grace
From tattered forlorn shredded rags
Into a glorious blooming place

Humility is the prize that’s won
Encouragement there to grow to be
More than one’s own narrow thoughts
Past expectations finite dreams

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