constructing poetry

when I am complete

I wonder sometimes,
in the murky calm of sleep,
who I will be
when I’m finished.

I aspire to be great—
to write the visions in my head,
to share those stories
with people everywhere
who will read
and laugh
and cry
and fall in love,
just a little bit—

I aspire to love—
the complicated kind
that involves completion
and laughter
and fighting
and children
and a home
where we can grow old together—

I aspire to live
to see a day when sugar
means something good, again,
and I only see
accidental blood.

but I live under a mortal sun,
and my wishing will never
make someone find a cure
or fall in love with me
or read what I write.

my life is a constant challenge,
shaping myself with careful strokes
so that when a wish comes true,
I will be ready to leap.

Prompt for: April 29, 2016 ▼

Subject or Theme: Dreams (real ones, not the ones you have at night)
Word(s) to Include: challenge, murky, sun (or any derivatives of these words)
Forbidden Word(s): dream, night, scary, awake (or any derivatives, compound or hyphenations of these words)
Additional Parameters: Minimum 24 lines.
Remember, do not use forbidden words ANYWHERE, including title or the brief description.