As I work through my own insecurities, there is still a part of me that doesn’t believe in my capabilities. I spend a lot of my time dreaming of the person I would like to become one day but I cannot fully be sure if I can make it possible. This poem shows the transition from a pessimistic mindset to that of an optimistic, confident place.
We have all heard about pipe dreams
You can call them. . .
Fantasies
an illusion
hopeless schemes
I have many of them of them rotting
inside my heart as I write
If I were to tell the tales that I paint every single day
Even the nameless dreams one could not decipher
It would all sound like jumbled gibberish seeping
through my lips
I have heard innumerable times to just “believe in yourself”
run through the fields without looking back
but there is a voice taking over my well being
creeping behind the trees
blatantly stating that dreams aren’t made of this
Everything I want is nothing but a fairy tale
leading me to false places
To that voice, I say, screw you
the world is in my hands
it is only a matter of time before I am looming above
the world
marking my territory in the world
The galaxies and the moons reside in my eyes
it is only a matter of time before my wings are ready
for flight
