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