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 ❤
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