A dream is a flight of fancy,
a whisper of none reality.

A dream is also a view of possibly.
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Upon a marrow,
I learned with such sorrow
that I was nothing without
a pen.

I am a shadow of the poet
I once dreamed of being.

Now my reflection shows
my ****** and struggle
with such clarity,
it’s not hard to relate to me.

I write poetry,
I write struggle,
I write emotions,
I write lyrics and dancing formats,
sharing emotions that are
too heavy to manage
without the lifting of
a pen.

I release my frustrations
through words of whispering dreams
(poetry).

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton