In the morning, my dreams are what inspire me to wake up.
My aspirations in the arts- which give me motivation in life.
They fuel me with passion,
Like coffee fuels the sluggish morning.
My dreams to make music inspire my soul,
They captivate my being,
Making me feel like my soul is singing.
Like I'm who I'm meant to be.
My dreams give me purpose,
A legacy of art that will out live my days on Earth.
Songs lingering on Spotify- that show I sung.
This means so much to me.
My art means the world to me.
Without it I'd just be a boring girl.
Yet with my art, I am interesting, I am motivated.
Some people follow their dreams,
And I try to follow mine.
Some things hold me back- such as my health issues.
Yet my dreams live in me,
Colouring my world with art.
My dreams are who I am,
They make up my soul,
My spiritual DNA.
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Poetry hour- a collection of poetry
PoetryThis is a free collection of poetry. It depicts emotions from my life experience at present as well as memories from the past. The poetry will be abstract at times. I have experimented with various topics and forms of poetry to create a large collec...
