Had it been the dream?

By Priyanka

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​Dust of ashes in the fragments of my soul,
Traced in the ghosts of shadows
there lay a dream
yet to be scavenged
A dream that glimpsed the promise of birth,
But somewhere, the hope had died
I had dug the ashes out,
and stomped on them and buried them,
to still in bedrock, forgotten forever in the dirt.
Now that I look back, I simply wonder,
what had killed,
a vision, so vivid and alive,
that stirred with tremendous zeal and passion,
that had stolen,
a chamber of my heart,
that the very thought of it,,
Quaked my boots and yet,
Unleashed the storm on the shore?
That left me gasping for breath,
yet made my spirits soar?
Had it been,
the drone of gossip,
the string of No's?
Had they said,
that I was too young and wild?
And that I
needed to be tamed by playing it safe?
Was that the cause
that I somehow grew,
a root of self-doubt in my body,
that churned out anxiety, so overwhelming
Had it been,
that penetrated my nerves, flooded my mind?
Leaving me gaping and tumbling
into a black hole

of endless uncertainty?