The Place I Will Meet My Dream

I admit, though reluctantly 

That My writings seem clumsy

I'm just but a beginner

Taking chances, scribbling away

Lost in thoughts of what to write next.

Obsessing over grammar and writing tools

I have made the dictionary my friend, kind of

Still learning within the confines of my comfort zone

Putting my pen to paper while the world sleeps, well some.

Occasionally, I churn out a great piece

Fighting with self-deprecating criticism

Toeing the line between happiness and sadness

To not be misunderstood, would make my world go around.

I write about you sometimes

Sometimes, about no one at all

A muse, do I have one? Hmmmm!

Myself, maybe, Is that selfish?

I do write for me, so...

In my imagination, I'm a sword-wielding empress

I have conquered the world of fear

I have cast aside self-doubt

I have won the battle of bravery with grace

I am dancing with my pen 

In my castle made of paper.

Though scared I'll fall on my face

I stand here

Letting the river of words flow

Streaming into the rooms

Made of pages, verses, and chapters.

Meandering through mountains

Of acceptance, rejection, belief, and cynicism

Growing as I go

I can't wait to reach the place I will meet my dream.

    @Sue.Ketter