Listen to me read this piece: 

Your dreams are not so fragile that they will crumble if you say them out loud.
In fact, you could scream them
until your throat bleeds and is raw from exertion
and they would remain
intact
patient
waiting for you to meet them

while you squirm and sweat
and twist and resist,
a theatre of misspent energy
that when viewed from above
does seem unduly fraught, no?

Because they are not fearful
they don’t wince at criticism
they don’t bruise by doubt
they are untouched
untouchable
unshakeable
steadfast
steady
calm
true

It’s you
who must become more like them
steady
calm
true

unshakable

so that you don’t shatter on your way to them
or worse,
never start the way at all
fearful that you will splinter into 1000 unrecognizable pieces.

You are not so fragile.
You will not splinter.

Breathe the words out on a cool morning.
See them hang in the air before you
mist
that exists outside of you now
dreams hung in air
waiting for you to meet them

They are not so fragile.
You need not treat them so gently.
Go meet them.