There is this place I love to go,
some would call it a dream.
I smile and laugh with all who're there,
no one is ever mean.
It's not one place I drift off to …
It changes all the time.
The same location, night and day,
would truly dull the mind.
Exploring the seas
over high tree tops
and skimming across the waves.
It's not a delusion of grandeur
nor a proclamation of emancipation …
It's really more like a form of
It's not that I hate being here,
I simply aspire to do more.
I have so much to share with the world
and places I wish to explore.
Share is the watchword here.
I want something back.
I wish to see and do and learn …
To gain the things that I lack.
But somewhere here along the way, something's bogged me down.
I find myself spinning my wheels and often wearing frowns.
I close my eyes and off I go, to the place I've told you about …
I see it more like a vacation … not a desperate way out.
I'm sure one morning that I'll wake up
and I'll be there for real.
Then no more moments of my day,
on this journey will I have to steal.
This was written a very long time ago at a moment in my life when I was feeling exasperated and frustrated about all my efforts seeming to end up fruitless. We all go there sooner or later, don't we?
I think I was in my early 30's and getting a lot of rejection emails on my first Novel. My writing was doing great online, my poetry winning awards ...
My favorite part of it is the multi-syllable words strung together. I was just beginning to stretch my wings with whimsy and word-smithing.
But, without a degree, the "Literati" in the publishing world will usually have little or nothing to do with you. To them, I guess ... without that paper, how could you POSSIBLY have something to write about?
This is just simply one of things we write as a form of "self-medication" as-it-were. It did make me feel better ... and as it always does ... things got better.
Such a Roller Coaster we are all riding, huh?!