Remembering my dream
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.