Dreamless

I remember the day I wrote this poem. It was one of those crazy days when you never seem to have enough time to get everything done. Our school had an afternoon assemby and I recall having to switch up some of my lesson plans since a few of my classes were going to be cancelled. The poem was based on a presentation by Jesse Billauer, the founder of, “Life Rolls On.”  Jesse is a motivational speaker who shares his experiences of being a pro-surfer, having a surfing accident, and becoming permanently paralyzed from his waist down.  He travels around the United States with his Dad and shares his story. Jesse’s presentation involved the students in such a way that it made me write this poem.  Jesse had asked each of us to close our eyes, envision a blank screen, and create images on that screen that would involve our dreams.  He dreamed that even though he was paralyzed he would someday be able to surf again.  After a long healing process, Jesse’s dream did come true and he does surf with the help of his fellow surfers. DREAMLESS Staring fixedly, gazing out toward the sea, I wondered what dreams I thought I might see. A blank screen appeared, not a picture popped up, I wondered why and instantly stopped. I shut down my brain, and felt sort of sad, I guess to be dreamless was basically bad. Then as I sat there, feeling quite blue, A voice from within me whispered a truth: “It’s ok to be dreamless, there’s no need for shame, Don’t you realize your dreams have already been made? It’s time once again to create and be brave, Fill up that blank screen with new hopes and new dreams, Sit back and relax as the Universe deems. Acknowledge the agreement that your willing is done, Behold, Be grateful, the magic’s begun. Be prepared for a miracle, This must be known. And when the time’s right, Your path shall be shown.”