What’s your dream job?

I have heard people tell me that my dream job isn’t a job

That writing poetry is a hobby

Some people find it odd that I choose to write

But I do what I love because my passion pushed me forward

And it gives me a desire to fight

Looking towards a day when the ambitions

Of poets driven by a mission

Are no longer cloaked by mystery

And ignored by the populous at large

Stop

Some say

Put the pen and fantasies away

But my heart says never

An unfinished puzzle

Only looks broken

Until it’s put back together

That’s what poets do

We search for the answers in words

Tie them with nouns and verbs

And if we feel like it!

We glue the little pieces together

Or we leave them open ended

Because our words are unpredictable

Like the weather

The doppler can’t determine the projection

Of this storm

My dream job is to write

Till my soul is content

Expressing myself till expression is spent

And still having the ability to pay the rent

Love always, Esha <3