Remembering my dream

When I was seventeen,

On nothing I was keen.

In myself, I had no confidence

I was filled with nothingness.

With no passion, I stayed

My parents tried,

But my mood couldn't be swayed.

College seemed meaningless,

The path ahead seemed to be shrouded in fogginess.

One day, I was looking at a certificate in which

I had got the first position,

In a poetry writing competition.

I couldn't have been happier

I reminisced about the dream I once had of becoming a writer.

Inside me, it lit a fire

I discovered my true desire.

Who knew,

That the dream I had put on the back burner

Would be my savior!

My happiness was at its peak,

My life was no longer bleak.

My mood was best

When I wrote poems and forgot about the rest.

My soul, I could satisfy,

And my mind I could gratify.

I bonded with the alphabet

And to turn over a new leaf I was all set.