Creative Writing -- the haven of Dreams

We are surrounded by dreams.
They reach for us, and we for them,
Each hoping to touch the other:
We try to brush the dreams with fingertips;
The dreams seek to grasp our minds.

We are surrounded by emotions.
They draw us in even as we watch,
Drowning us in our own passions:
Desperately we fight to escape;
We yet know we would never leave.

We are surrounded by our fellow humans.
They welcome us, and we them,
Each identifying with the other:
Yet even though we share their blood,
Within our minds we stand apart.

And so we become as mirrors:
Seemingly reflecting these dreams,
emotions,
people,
Reflecting through our art of writing.
And yet we ask, in secret, one riddle:
Do we mirror them,
Or they, us?

Creative Writing.... as far as I am concerned, this is The Class at Haralson County High. Here we learn to dream, and to express our dreams. This is my site devoted to those dreams.

Click here to see the class!