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.