In rows of desks, dreams take their seat,
Young minds ablaze with a burning heat.
They see the stars, a distant gleam,
But heavy chains hold back their dream.

Textbooks whisper of worlds unknown,
Of mountains climbed and battles won.
Their fingers trace the charted course,
But doubt creeps in, a chilling force.

The weight of burdens, unseen walls,
Whisper of limits, destined falls.
A voice unheard, a stifled song,
The fear of failing, crushing strong.

Yet, in their eyes, a flicker burns,
A yearning for lessons life returns.
A chance to break the bonds that bind,
To leave the path, a course they’ll find.

For even wings clipped, dreams take flight,
In stolen moments, bathed in light.
They’ll paint their futures, stroke by stroke,
And find the strength within to poke

A hole in barriers, brick by brick,
With every “no,” their spirits pick
Themselves up, stronger than before,
For even dreams that can’t quite soar

Can take them places, hearts untamed,
A fire lit, a future claimed.
These students, yearning, reaching high,
Will find their wings, and learn to fly.

https://www.amazon.com/author/nancyann