My Words, My Dream
Pages turn, rustling pervades the air.
My words and my thoughts entertain.
I followed a dream others wouldn’t dare,
And now my name will remain.
Hours spent in pain and toil,
Misery and confusion blocked my way.
But through it all I did not recoil
From the dream that the world would hear what I have to say.
Writing may seem dull to those
Who do not appreciate a way with words
Which demonstrates a mastery of prose
To invoke a freedom as lofty as a birds.
To complete a novel
Is my ultimate task,
And I am willing to beg and grovel,
But never to hide beneath a mask.
The words will be my own.
The ideas I express will remain true.
To my content and thoughtful tone,
I will be loyal and follow through.