I’m a day dreamer,
Always thinkin and believen
The other side may be greener,
But I just want to be readin.
Ideas float across my mind
Searching for an application.
An author can be blunt or kind,
To achieve a conclusive resolution.
Family thoughts humor my brain;
Could this help one in despair?
Paragraphs grow into creative games
And end with unexpected prayer.
Punctuation plays a part
But not nearly as imperative.
As words that come from a quiet heart
To make others seek the positive.
The years go by as life turns cold
When stories fade as skills unlace.
What’s left behind are treasures of gold.
My life, my essence, on pages of grace.