Dreams Lie Beneath

by Rebecca Ross

And without dreams . . . their own hearts would become dry and brittle.

“You know, it’s not a bad thing to be fearful every now and then. The fear reminds you of limits, of what lines you should not cross. Of the doors you shouldn’t open.”

Dreams often revealed one’s greatest vulnerability; dreams were doors that led into hearts and minds and souls and secrets.

And the anger smoldered in me like a star.

And when he does allow himself to look at you, there is an ocean in his eyes,”

I had forgotten how vital it is to be known for who you are, and not for who you pretend to be. I had forgotten how good it is to be seen, even with flaws and scars.

But fathers often underestimate their daughters, don’t they?”

But sometimes things must break before they can be made whole again, so that they can be forged into something stronger.

I’d once believed that magic and secrets and beliefs had torn us apart. But in the end, I think it wove us back together with stronger threads.