I dare not speak a word about my dreams to a single soul,
Frightened and petrified it will be crushed whole.
I dare not count on you, or you; to believe in me,
Hurt and betrayed ample times, you see.
But I would dare not think my dreams are futile,
Kept my courage and hope in a stockpile.
Wondering if I can ever make it,
In the world of literature be lit.
Had I not had faith,
Had I not done grace;
I would be frightened and petrified, hurt and betrayed.
But I chose to be strong and determined, brave and be read.