Someone's Dream

I wasn't going to write another poem

I was gonna shove my dreams out

and let go of them

But just before I awoke, I decided:

I want

TO LIVE

TO DREAM

TO CREATE

I will never hate music

It has heart and it has soul

and I've always felt that rhythm

deep inside, a wandering soul,

so afraid, I would hide who I was

from everyone else.

The only person knowing me was myself.

I didn't take good care of my mental health.

But I dreamed of life beyond this Sweet Virginia Breeze,

Golden, sunny air across days and miles, and horizons

Sunrises and sunsets. Stone after red stone and sand

Until at least here I land

At the place I was always meant to be.

Just me and the open road

looking for an adventure.

So my point is,

Instead of quitting poetry,

I'm going to make MY LIFE

the poetry.

If I feel my intuition screaming,

I'm going to jump out of that plane

I'm going to dare myself to dream

To live a life I've never SEEN

To always be on the edge of my seat

Most importantly, to just BE ME.

This is the clear energy that I crave

The way I can forget my insecurities,

Be brave, and speak MY truth.

I think I've finally arrived;

I think it's time to go home.