Hopes and Dreams - by Justin Stankevich
I lie here waiting, hoping,
That someone will hold me,
With what great wonders I
could make if you'd give me
a moment of your time.
I could create a world.
I could tell you a story.
But instead I wait here.
Forgotten and discarded.
But what is this?
An unfamiliar face?
Perhaps you will be my friend
and hold me like I've dreamed.
in my gloom, light shines through
my hopes prepare to soar.
Thoughts race through my mind,
but I can only wonder,
Where shall we begin?
That someone will hold me,
With what great wonders I
could make if you'd give me
a moment of your time.
I could create a world.
I could tell you a story.
But instead I wait here.
Forgotten and discarded.
But what is this?
An unfamiliar face?
Perhaps you will be my friend
and hold me like I've dreamed.
in my gloom, light shines through
my hopes prepare to soar.
Thoughts race through my mind,
but I can only wonder,
Where shall we begin?
Artists summery
As a child I was rather abandoned, and left alone. This story is a personification of a pen or pencil that's been forgotten much like I. But after some time, many people came into my life and showed that I'm worth something, and that I can try and help improve their lives as much as they've improved mine. This poem also shows how grateful a person can be for someone coming to be with them, and how they can be second guessing the friendship from past experiences.