Learning to Dream
Society has many expectations
Leaving in me lasting implications
How I always failed in propriety
So I have yet to scape anxiety
I have never been in the norm
Nor ever been known to conform
Thus I have been left with none
None other than my own pen
To hold it lest I too come undone
For it has freed this soul of mine
Having given lost words in mind
Capturing feelings I thought decimated
Redeeming emotions once eviscerated
Saving the tears that were evaporated
Or even more, give back life assimilated
To answer the personal question
To give up poetry’s soulful mean
I must first lead with my confession
That poetry has given back a dream
A dream that not I alone could see
That there is beauty inside life
And that life is the poetry in me