This is something I wrote in high school. Our prompt was to emulate a piece of writing we admired. I recently came across this while digging through old journals.
What happens to a lost dream?
Is it forgotten like the memories of the past?
Or is it renewed, like a vow?
Is it deferred, like the rainbow of a storm?
Do you find it seething in the sun, boiling and
Evaporating away into nothing?
Or do you find it in a treasure box,
Safe and hidden away?
Does it weigh you down
Or lift you up?
Does it come back to you?
And do you take it back?