In honour of the Olympics and the amazing things that people are capable of, the prompt this week is: big dreams.

I don’t try poetry much because I think I’m not good at it, but this one inspired some choppy prose poetry. Hehe.

Big Dreams

My dreams,
small in the eyes of others,
holding
infinite beauty.

Echoes
from within my soul,
laughing at the non-existent,
so-called ‘impossibilities.

Held
in a baby’s smile,
in a clear full moon,
lighting my path through darkness.

My dreams
of infinite beauty
forever existing
within my reach.