In a perfect world,
if I were truly free to be the better me
I would not worry about a roof over my head
nor strive to keep my lights on or the cupboards full
I would pack up my worries and live in a mountain town
and watch the seasons pass and write.
I would pen short stories, and poems, and novels,
and share the history of family.
I would explore this world
and photograph its wonders.
I would spend my days with my children
and share my heart, so they would
always understand just how much
I treasure each one.
I would have time to do all that I desire
and never worry about time
slipping by too quickly.
Poetry Prompts Day 14 ~ If I Were Me