My Dream
when I was a little girl I would dream of the impossible.
I would dream that someday everyone would know my name.
That someday my name would be on the cover of a book,
that I could pass down to future generations.
I have searched high and low to find some one to publish my works.
Now the time has come for me to put my destiny in the hands of a stranger
Will my works be good enough?
Will they send them back?
I often think of these questions in my heart
How do I know what to expect?
If I never put myself out there and take the chance.
So today is my day to see what I am made of.
When I started out no one read my works,
I was terrified to hear what others had to say.
Now I have enough confidence in myself to go all the way.
to find out if my dream will become my reality.
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