I didn’t understand it then,
why you insisted on perfection,
never satisfied with anything less,
why you insisted on my pursuit of a career
in which I have no interest.
But, as I sit here in my cosy home,
to which I gratefully return
each day after work,
I understand it now.
Life, with its dreams,
can only be fed
through its realities.



Response to Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday: Ponder This

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