Rising too high was a never ending mission,
All that she felt was purely her ambition.

As she stood, acting all fine,
Despite the shiver running down her spine.

In search of opportunities for expressing her dreams,
As a dreamer, she chose to live in the extremes.

Her love for writing began at 16,
Bragging about the novel she read, in her preteen.

Reconciling with incidents from her past,
Holding onto memories that never really last.

All those years flashes before her eyes,
Within a moment she felt nostalgic to her surprise.

Serene by the shortcomings she faced,
Having the desire to be a dreamer, which she readily embraced.

Those were the days when she was afraid,
To fulfill her dreams that made her to stay up late.

She used to gaze up at the moon,
Hoping for the days to tick off pretty soon.

No goal was strong enough to tie her down,
Experiencing the suffocation, deep enough to drown.

They did everything to prove her wrong,
That did break her down, after all she wasn't that strong.

In the path full of hurdles and recurring confusion,
She was immersed, in her own perfect illusion.

Underneath the surface, was the world of fiction,
She was a dreamer, stopped by no restriction.

Her desires felt surreal even to attain,
She wanted to give it her all; ready to face every single pain.

Letting go of every criticism, she accepted the flaws,
Ressuring herself by hearing her own applause.

That's the thing about the dreamers; being unstoppable,
Leading a life truly remarkable.

©Anushka Jade