I don't do fancy writing
I don't even write things
Good enough to be read
But I write what I feel
And I put my heart into it.
More often than not,
I'm disappointed
Over something I thought
Is okay
But I forget about it
I move on
Though how heavy my heart is,
I couldn't say.
I just trudge on
Because this is my dream,
My dream.
Dreams could be shattered,
I know that,
And I could be broken,
I know that too.
BUt if I don't move on
And continue to work hard
For my dream
Even if I'm not destined to succeed,
I would be nothing more
Than an unjustifiable existence,
A burden to the people I care.
And so I will continue writing,
Even if I grow old,
And fail,
For trying is a better option,
Than not having to work for something
At all.
Izobelle Pulgo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/because-i-do-2/
