I am the ever hopeful dreamer, caught in between extra and ordinary.
I wonder what my future has in store for me.
I hear all the voices in my head arguing over which path to take.
I see myself choosing the wrong one over and over again, for goodness sake.
I want to know where I belong, but feel divided between three homes.
I am the ever hopeful dreamer, caught in between extra and ordinary.
I pretend everything is going to be okay, that I know what I am doing.
I feel that if I tell myself this enough, it will come true.
I touch the lives of so many yet there is so little I can do.
I worry that I am useless, not enough or that I can never change.
I cry just about every time my Papa falls in the middle of the night.
I am the ever hopeful dreamer, caught in between extra and ordinary.
I understand all too well that life can be cut short by the sharp knife of reality.
I say let's live life to the fullest and hopefully make a difference.
I dream of the day where I can save children from going through what I experienced.
I try to go beyond my comfort zone, making new friends at work and learning how to speak to others.
I hope to continue growing as a person, inside and out and fulfill my dreams – both realistic and unrealistic.
I am the ever hopeful dreamer, caught in between extra and ordinary.
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Who am I?
PoetryMy collection of "I am" poems. I did my first one two or three years ago, and more recently I did another. I thought it would be cool to keep them together in a collection and chart my personal growth. Enjoy!