The poet within me has awoken for a brief period of time. It comes and goes. Last night it compelled me to write and the result is this poem:
Brave
My mortal heart is flowing over
with dreams and wishes
of true fulfillment, love and kisses
But at my center something nags
a dark thing spreading doubt
Something I dearly wish I could live without
It tells me I will never succeed
my dreams will come to naught
that all my wars were needlessly fought
But I refuse to listen to the nag
It's not my intention to simply stop trying
to fulfill my dreams I would brave the risk of dying...
written by Anita Olsen a.k.a Anita Night
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