Some days the dream is dead, or hibernating.

Some day, some days, the day is heavy,
and the days surrounding that day,
and you pick up a foot, and the other, and move forward, or somewhere,

and try to recall an inspirational meme that reminds you to be grateful for having two feet.

Some days,
the path ahead is paved with a giant screen illuminating the successful dreams you've been a part of helping build for others, dream-making,

and you don't see your own pixels on that screen,
and the tired,
the discouragement, the dark
overwhelms the light,

and the memory of having fought hard,
and you're tired of fighting and just have enough left
to keep going and moving a foot, and then another,
and hope that it will be enough

to keep someone else's dreams alive,
for the next day.