Dreamer

I'm a dreamer.  I admit it. 

My head is filled with fantasies, visions, thoughts, and images that add color to my life.

I have a tendency to think that anything is possible.

I'm an optimist, yet I still have to work very hard to keep negative thoughts at bay.

I'm also a realist.  I know what's possible and what isn't.

However, that doesn't prevent me from seeing every obstacle as some sort of lesson or opportunity to grow.

I know what I want and I see it unfolding in my mind.

There are times though  when doubt creeps in and those are the times when my faith increases.

I rely on my faith to become more forgiving and to be stronger emotionally.

I cling to certain beliefs and I dream.

I keep dreaming the same dream over and over again.

Each time I think I'm getting closer to achieving this repetitive dream,

a ghostly demon jumps in and I wake up a fool.

A foolish clown.

Cheeks flushed red with embarrasment,

eyes open wide with silent frustration,

heart void of desire,

the soul empty of love.

Then I dream again

and it's good.

If only for a minute or two.