Where Dreams and Reality Converge

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Introduction: Somewhere between wakefulness and sleep, dreams blur into reality. This poem explores the beauty and mystery of that in-between space, where the past, present, and imagined worlds intertwine.

To dream beyond the world’s design,
Yet wait in hope for fate’s soft chime,
Breeds regret in idle minds,
As time erodes what dreams define.

Reality’s grip is sharp and clear,
Far from the glow of wishful cheer;
Yet each bold step through shadows cast,
Turn fragile dreams to truths that last.

Hard work unlocks each hidden door,
Passion fuels the path you tread;
With every step, your vision grows,
Transforming wishes into bread.

Don't recline with hands unjoined,
Action’s the spark that lights the fire;
Rise and break the chains of slumber,
For in motion lies our true desire.

I dream to heal as a caring soul,
Yet idle dreams will not suffice;
I must toil with heart and courage,
To earn success through sacrifice.

So, pause and truly reflect today,
On the life you choose to lead;
Are you confined within your dreams,
Or forging paths with every deed?

For dreams, when paired with earnest strive,
Meld into reality, strong and keen;
Rise, pursue your daring vision—
Where dreams and reality convene.

💭 Reflection: The boundary between dreams and reality is often thinner than we think. This poem explores the magic of that liminal space.
💬 Have you ever had a dream so vivid it felt real? Let’s discuss in the comments!


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  1. Arushi6/30/25, 4:21 PM

    Keep writing-your words deserve to be read.👏🏼✨

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