Endeavors…

I started with a book in hand,

A notebook and a pen.

A million ideas in my tiny brain,

And a way with words.

No direction set, just a dream,

And hope and will.

The roads were strenuous,

No easy voyage.

I slipped many times,

Yet managed to gain my feet.

Once I lost all hope and cried,

But, had a dream to take me through.

Here, I stand at the end,

Watching what ensues.

I feel fulfilled.