Soul Searching For A Dream

I can not pick my battles,
yet I do know well my sufferings
and my fight that I bare.

I have a dream a vision,
that I might become
all that I want to be.

Ah yes, with these eye’s
I see well beyond my border’s,
beyond the wave’s are where my dreams float.

Where the sea meets land,
the sand is warm
and waiting for me.

Dream’s float within class bottles,
lost yet found eventually
by a dreamer like myself.

I started as a simple soul,
a seed looking for soil
a plot of dirt to settle down,
where my dreams can grow.

The human soul is that like a seed,
it searches for the bit of light it needs so it can grow and blossom. 

© By Amanda D Shelton