Ashes

A dream tightly gripped
By two feeble hands
Attatched to a string
Of plans and demands
An object, an idol
The possession of which
Could numb the wound
Impossible to stitch
A promising future
Castles in the sky
Awakened longing
Almost realized
A tap on the shoulder
Your words pierce my soul
"Do you trust Me?" You ask
"Enough to let go?"
My wish! My dream!
Yet I choose to trust
I open my hand
Revealing ashes and dust
Forgive misplaced hope
My humbled heart implores
Take this empty hand
And fill it with Yours.