{"id":1167,"date":"2020-05-14T16:49:29","date_gmt":"2020-05-14T21:49:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bookofdreams.us\/?p=1167"},"modified":"2020-09-18T09:50:24","modified_gmt":"2020-09-18T14:50:24","slug":"my-dream-in-the-palm-of-my-hands","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bookofdreams.us\/2020\/05\/my-dream-in-the-palm-of-my-hands\/","title":{"rendered":"My Dream in the Palm of My Hands"},"content":{"rendered":"

When that you have worked for
\nCried for, fought for, for four years
\nSuddenly fits in the palm of your hand
\nYou can touch it, caress it\u2014the years flash by your eyes.<\/p>\n

When doubt had shrouded the midnight oil
\nFear had slept with you at night
\nWords had spelled desires on whiteness
\nWith no end in sight, no reward<\/p>\n

Only a beating heart, images no one else could see
\nOnly an idea, a trembling hope
\nSomething that didn\u2019t exist
\nKept you up all night<\/p>\n

No bold promises, no guarantee of daylight
\nWords formed, un-formed undyingly
\nYet you had risen each morning, gotten on your feet
\nAnd spelled another one of those dreamy but wretched words<\/p>\n

And then what was in the mind
\nBottled up and tear jerking dream
\nSpilled over to touch and turn a page
\nToday was that kind of day<\/p>\n

I opened my proof of my first book
\nCurling into a ball and pressing its sheets
\nA dream four years in the making
\nDropped from my eyelids into my hands.<\/p>\n

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When that you have worked for Cried for, fought for, for four years Suddenly fits in the palm of your hand You can touch it, caress it\u2014the years flash by your eyes. When doubt had shrouded the midnight oil Fear had slept with you at night Words had spelled desires on whiteness With no end […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2168,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":true,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_eb_attr":"","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false}}},"categories":[36],"tags":[214,37],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/bookofdreams.us\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Photo2-1.jpg?fit=1512%2C2016&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6kaFb-iP","jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bookofdreams.us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1167"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bookofdreams.us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bookofdreams.us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bookofdreams.us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bookofdreams.us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1167"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/bookofdreams.us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1167\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2180,"href":"https:\/\/bookofdreams.us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1167\/revisions\/2180"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bookofdreams.us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2168"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bookofdreams.us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1167"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bookofdreams.us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1167"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bookofdreams.us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1167"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}