The Cost of Dreams: A Reflection
Summary
In Bangwing IN this announcement shares a raw poem about the cost of chasing dreams, lost time, and mounting debt. It highlights regret, the fog of consequences, and gratitude for those who stayed and believed. The message matters to the community as a call for understanding, support, and a chance at change.
I bore the weight, I took the pain,
The grind, the fight, all seemed my gain.
I paid my time to slip through doors,
To fit in ranks, to reach for more.
But victory stole my grip on me—
I lost the time, my aim, my plea.
Forgot the bills, the tax, the dues,
In chasing dreams, I missed the clues.
Now bound by debt, in fog I roam,
With no way back, so far from home.
I’d cry on life’s own shoulder bare,
For showing paths I failed to care.
Yet thanks to you, who stayed each day,
My hope, my guide, who showed the way.
I want to change—one chance to be,
The one you saw and believed in me.
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