just write: where the dream lives.

your future isn’t shaped 
in the big moments;
the pristine and pretty ones
where you’re surrounded by
people you love. 
your future is shaped 
in the ugly moments. 
when you’re tired
and alone
and surrounded by doubt. 
and you have to make a decision 
for yourself. 
the dream is often alive 
in the spaces between the trying. 
in the pauses, 
in the silence, 
in the deep breaths you take
right before you’re ready to give up,
when deep down, 
you know you’re really just
getting ready 
to get up
and try again.