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
Tori Dreamer 