The Place I Will Meet My Dream
I admit, though reluctantly That My writings seem clumsy I'm just but a beginner Taking chances, s cribbling 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...