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