For The Dreamer


To keep myself alive I should say I need but a few things, truly.

Though to keep my soul alive I do believe it is something entirely different. A thing that requires true, deep reflection, dedication, and a honest, hopeful belief.

Yes, to keep my soul alive I must keep my hopes alive.
I must have dreams to float away on, thoughts of tomorrow wagered on the hope of today.

I am a dreamer, I have come to admit proudly. Because to dream and to pursue one’s dream is to me the bravest and boldest of all human movements.

To have ideas, and to act on ideas
To have hopes, and to act on hopes
To have dreams, and to act on dreams

There is nothing so high nor any as low as the pursuit of dreams, not a feeling that could be more hopeful, not one more hopeless than to have a dream, to hold a dream, to share a dream.

And to have it finally in full, to live it out completely creating a mix of equal parts worry and wonder, there is surely not a feeling comparable. Not a way to live that is comparable, a life that is not lived in safety but on edge, with risk, with challenge, never stalled long enough to grow moss, to stiffen and sore in the joints, but lived freely, in motion with the world, with life, with reason, with ideas, jumping from platform to platform, from dream cloud to dream cloud, from hopeful desire to hopeful desire always in search of true happiness.

Have you felt it, do you dare allow yourself to think of it?
That warm, shining welcome of absolute happiness.

The dreamer can, the dreamer does, the dreamer has felt it and will feel it many times more, For with the dreamer hopes do not die but carry on endlessly, one picking up where another may lie.
Feeding life so fully, so completely that it sustains itself.
That tomorrow is not in question, nor any day afterward.

And it is there for any who wish it, for any who pursue it, for any who aim to catch its tender touch.

Yes, I have felt it, I have held it in my hands, lived in its wonder, and have watched it fade from finger tips as surely as it did appear.
These sparks of light that seem to each be the one that will catch fire.

I have known my dreams in life. I have woken with them still around me.
I have felt its true joy, its whole encompassing joy so well as to forget all my pain before.
My words in action at last, my hopes turned reality.

There is reason here for life, reason for loving, reason for suffering each pained incident, and there is reason for hope.

Allow it to be, allow the dreamer to be,
if only in imagination, feel it, the whole and complete happiness of success.

Feed the dreamer, feel yourself thrive,
brave through the doubt of failure, brave through the actual
failure itself, carry on with hopes held high, carry on just the same.

Carry on, just simply, carry on.

For the dreamer is hope, is light, is tomorrow.
For the dreamer never truly fails,
For the dreamer never dies,
For the dreamer is the beginning and the dreamer is the end.

Words and photos by Brianna Holman
I'm Brianna, a simple, honest lady, finding my way through my mid twenties, writing, reflecting, questioning, and improving; always seeking to move forward, to push myself outside of my comfortable norm. Now with my husband and our eight dogs we've chosen to consciously live with less making possible our ability to travel across country in our Fleetwood trailer. I am an admitted, continuous work in progress, in search of more questions to answer, ways to understand, and stories that enlighten. I seek understanding in every aspect of life, I seek empathetic understanding for everyone in life. I seek to reflect an honest life and inspire humble thoughts.

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