My Dreams-Poem

The mountain looms, a project vast, A lifetime stretched, a future cast. But dreams matter. A whisper first, a nascent bloom, My dream, a seed within the gloom. Dreams matter, echoes in my soul, A guiding star, to make me whole.

Time and chance, a fickle pair, Yet hope remains, beyond despair. This mountain looms, a life's long quest, A burden seemingly, no time to rest.

Dreams matter still, a sacred vow, And I will follow, here and how. No helping hand, no borrowed grace, This path is mine, to run this race. A dream to build, a dream to be, This burning vision sets my spirit free. And I will follow it, relentlessly. I am enough, the knowledge deep, More than capable, my promise keep. Inspiration flickers, faint and low, A hidden ember, starts to glow. No hand will reach, no soul will guide, This is my journey, where I abide. I know I am capable, deep inside.

Beneath the mind, a yearning strong, To right the wrongs, to make things long A seed of joy, a hopeful gleam, My morrow's promise, in this dream. I can do it, the words take hold, A story written, brave and bold. I will do it, with strength and might, Dream matters, and I'll win the fight. I will sing the song, and dance to it No matter what, Dreams matters! I will sing, music of Harriette My great-grandmother, with wisdom hair.