Promises

Sometimes the harsh reality,

shows me what I cannot be.

Working so hard to get nowhere,

no joy of success to share.

To escape this world I grab a pen,

and jot down thougths and ideas, and then.

I write just to let go of the pain,

I lose the hate, but the happiness I gain.

I create a world where I can be,

an adventurer with only good to see.

A world where I succeed in all,

a head held high with a frame standing tall.

Time goes by and I lose myself,

but when I am done, I take a deep breath.

I reflect on the things in my writings that I do,

and promise myself that they WILL come true.