The girl who was made of unfinished dreams.
She turns the page and looks at the next image.
She remembers the dream in which she encountered the river
Flowing rapidly, it hissed at her to stay away.
But she needed to cross and stepping into it the current dragged at her
She struggled as she knew across the stream was a better place.
She was always moving towards a better place, it played on her mind.
For so long life had been about acceptance,
Her lot in life was same old same old.
Here she felt safe, secure, familiar.
But she craved love, acceptance and care
She knew it was out there
Mostly out of reach but a dream she clung to.
She had urges to travel, but insecurities prevailed
Tied her down, hobbled progress
So, her day dreams sustained her
She cared about the boy, but he was out of reach
As she was to him.
They had shared the same dream
Touched each other’s souls like nothing before
Thrilled and excited the prospect of what might be.
But until then she’d remain
The girl made of unfinished dreams.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/08/20/writing-prompt-its-all-in-the-title/
Morpethroad 
Very well done–and relate-able.
Thank you Jael
Welcome.
Aww… I agree. Relatable. But it’ll always be a work in progress.
Yes indeed it will, thanks for stopping by maria.
Everyone had said this already but I was like OMG is he writing about me because it sounds like me and probably a bit like all of us
Well its good you can relate in that way but I think its more the ‘bit like all of us’.