I will follow my dreams

November 3, 2018

I found my voice out of frustration

All I wanted to do was show my creation

I desire to be a writer, make worlds for people to get lost in

My greatest fear is that some will say it belongs in a trash bin

I found my voice when a teacher told me I would not succeed

Anger took hold as I burned like a weed!

I grabbed my shield to defend my art

I had to defend it with all of my heart

She praised my art, but told me "there is no money in writing"

I knew this was true for many, as I looked at her frightened

I said "I know there's no money in writing"

Regardless of her words I smiled looking at her saying "I'll keep fighting!"

I'll hold this mentality for all of my days

I look to my future my face all ablaze

I say once more for those who didn't hear

Don't let anyone make your passion disappear

Follow your dreams with ambition

Only you can complete your mission!

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