Building Up
This is it,
What I have been preparing for,
The dream I held onto when thoughts of being an astronaut or a princess were lost somewhere in a seven year olds mind.
I have been working for this my entire life,
Building my world with small wooden blocks around it.
Now that I have it,
I have reached my Utopia.
Happiness is doing what you love and I have that now.
Every moment of pain,
Of self pity,
Of worthlessness is now transformed into a wondrous blossom of pink and orange pastels.
I have become the princess in Disney's newest film,
The Perfect Life.
A reaping of what I have sown and the rewards are bountiful.
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