Is it enough to believe,
To receive me
in the dreams that seem to come unannounced?
Pouncing like a perfect kitten within a homestead?
Where is it written instead of proclaimed
that I have to name what matters the most?
I certainly am not the fanatical host.
I play with my choices, the voices that come,
done with the burden of some time soon,
I acclaim I am risen this day before noon.
And the joyful pursuits as I strive for the truths
compare to the rare form of a masterful work
as I pursue my desire, I fire off my flame.
I will not be settled, nor named fettered to chains.
I am not only the pains that carve my insides,
I am tried and I’m true to reach for dream’s views.
Jodi Girouard 