Dream Catcher. (A Poem)

Hi, everyone. 

Today I’ve decided to post something a little different. I hope you guys don’t mind.

If you aren’t familiar with some of the content I post on my personal blog, I sometimes like to write poems that reflect the things I’m going through. Although writing is typically my preferred method of communication, there are times when it becomes quite difficult to articulate my thoughts and feelings outside of some form of poetry.

Perhaps this is weird. Perhaps I’m weird.

Anyhow, today is one of those days because I’m not feeling particularly cheerful or optimistic about my weight loss journey. 

As I’ve mentioned before, it is expected that there will be good days and bad days. For the most part, I’ve been really lucky to have had as many good days as I have. 

Unfortunately, this isn’t one of them.

All the same, I refuse to allow discouragement to stop me from posting or sharing my true feelings because it wouldn’t be realistic. I really don’t want to be a weight loss blogger who hides their struggles and acts as though I’m not upset or struggling when I very well am. 

Many people struggle. 

Many people have a hard time when they are trying to lose weight— it is okay to have a difficult time. 

But to claim I’m going to document all of the highs and lows of this journey, only to edit out everything I don’t like is not okay.

This is real. 

This is my life right now. 

These are my feelings. 

I don’t have to like any it, but I do have to be honest. And so I shall be.


Wish that I could walk with my head high

Tell my size and not lie

Have reflections match me on the inside

Wish that I could be just how I used to

Nothing I could not do

Say I’m happy and it’d always be true

Wish the things I do would finally work right

No more tears at midnight

Close my eyes and pray my future glows bright

Wish that I could be like all the others

Peak out from these covers

See the world and soak up all its colors

Wish this wasn’t everything I breathe for

Life is now a rote chore

Finally love myself, but never hurt more

Hope the pieces one day fit together

Nothing lasts forever

Ride the storm, keep dreaming I’m a feather

© C. M. 2019 All Rights Reserved

Today Was Day 33.

A dream is a wish your ❤️ makes.

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