In my dreams a publisher sees my work and tells me they think I've got a real shot
In my dreams the ratio of rejection to acceptance letters in my inbox is not quite as depressing as it is in real life
In my dreams I am not editing my suicide notes and calling it poetry
In my dreams I never burned all my best work in my mother's fireplace when I was seventeen
In my dreams I can finish an entire project before the fear consumes me and causes me to walk away halfway through
In my dreams I am not bitter over the success of others
In my dreams I know where the line between courage and cowardice truly is
In my dreams I have never once thought of giving it all up
In my dreams I am brave
In my dreams I am unwilling to compromise
In my dreams I am tearing out my insides and throwing them down on the floor
In my dreams I am offering myself up as a whole and not as broken parts
In my dreams I am shouting I am here look at me
In my dreams I am exposing my open wounds and I am not asking to be healed
In my dreams I am cutting out my heart and I am not asking to be loved
In my dreams I am inadequate and insignificant and small and I wouldn't change that for the world
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 10:43 PM UTC
In my dreams a publisher sees my work and tells me they think I've got a real shot
In my dreams the ratio of rejection to acceptance letters in my inbox is not quite as depressing as it is in real life
In my dreams I am not editing my suicide notes and calling it poetry
In my dreams I never burned all my best work in my mother's fireplace when I was seventeen
In my dreams I can finish an entire project before the fear consumes me and causes me to walk away halfway through
In my dreams I am not bitter over the success of others
In my dreams I know where the line between courage and cowardice truly is
In my dreams I have never once thought of giving it all up
In my dreams I am brave
In my dreams I am unwilling to compromise
In my dreams I am tearing out my insides and throwing them down on the floor
In my dreams I am offering myself up as a whole and not as broken parts
In my dreams I am shouting I am here look at me
In my dreams I am exposing my open wounds and I am not asking to be healed
In my dreams I am cutting out my heart and I am not asking to be loved
In my dreams I am inadequate and insignificant and small and I wouldn't change that for the world
