Dreamer

When I write, I do so in frustration. 

I do so despite challenge despite fate. I may not always enjoy the process, but despite that, I express my faith.

I may not have the perfect genes or the perfect past, but I build swords from the mines my mind places in front of me and make a shield with the sulfur and brimstone the devil throws at me, i do not stroll to my goals Becoming a casualty in being casual.  Nothing worthwhile is ever easy and the way i go is not breezy.

It is a storm thunderous and wrathful, and the waves rough and hateful yet I go forward for is the only way I know how. It is the only way I show now. That I am a dreamer