All our dreams are mirrors--mirrors of who we are and of who we'd like to be. When something stands in the way of those dreams, they begin to shatter. After a while, these shattered dreams begin to fall out of their frames to the floor. As they fall, Hope stands by sorting them out and keeping the pieces from each individual dream together, waiting for the chance to put them back in their places. The time passes by, but Hope never brings out her broom to sweep them up and get rid of them. Then one day you see the one you love--only they're in love with someone else. The last blow has been struck--the rest of the pieces fall. Crying, Hope takes out her broom and beings to sweep the piles of shattered dreams into the trash. She knows that she must say good-bye for now, but maybe one day she'll be able to take the pieces out and slowly, painfully separate them into piles and put them back together again. There will be small pieces that were too small to pick up, but at least we can dream again. Things won't ever be the same, but that's the way it is with mended dreams.
Copyright: Melanie Taylor
August 2, 1995
