I didn’t have a chance to make a post last week, so I will post two poems this week. The second poem will be published on Saturday.
My teenage years were rocky at times, so I often spent hours daydreaming about how I thought my life should be. This poem, written on June 2, 1995, is a tribute to my very active imagination.
I imagine all the things I’m good at
I imagine the things I can do
I use my imagination so much
I don’t know the difference
Between the false and the true
I imagine how I look
And how many friends I have
My imagination is like a book
The stories change
But reality stays the same
My imagination is driving me insane
I imagine all the things I have
I imagine how I am
I imagine what I wish to be
Never imagine what I really am
The key to my imagination
Must never be found
If so I will be let down
My imagination won’t work again
I must admit
My imagination is my best friend.
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2 thoughts on “A poem – Week Four”
I hope some of the things you imagined have become your reality all these years later. If you see it in your head, you can hold it in your hand. Shine brightly wherever you go. Your light will inspire others.
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Thanks, Sister. A few of my dreams did come true, but my dreams have changed so much since then. I’m learning to dream bigger. I know now that I could have dreamed of having 3 kittens, instead of just one. 😉