Dreamer

she fancied herself a dreamer
from a very young age
taught to view the world 
with open eyes and grand imagination

she wove stories of
all that was to come
and the joy and adventure
her life would hold

dreaming became an art form,
a motivation, a way to escape sadness
she studied, she grew,
she did what was expected

only what was expected
wasn’t always in her dreams
what was expected
often belonged to others

she’s had a good life
possibly, a great life
filled with love and joy,
family and friends

funny though…
she’s recently started dreaming again

April 25th
Prompt: Write a Dream Poem and/or a Reality Poem