Alone to my thoughts, to my terrors,

Wishing upon days we were careless,

Remembering a time, 

Like a nursery rhyme,

Where our greatest fears were that of the fearless.

If time could be measured in words

I would handwrite novels until my knuckles bled

Analyze every single piece written by Steven King twice

Type poems so complex so that the meaning gets lost

Construct every screenplay to give you the ending you deserve

When I was a little girl,

I wanted to be a princess,

then a vet,

then a president.

I know many girls who at my age

shared those dreams.

The ones I look at now and think

What was I thinking?

Those aren’t possible!

it’s been a while

        since I found encouragement

        to rid myself of this

        writer malnourishment

        I guess I lost myself