Day 11 – Flipped

Your future is only as big as you dare to dream

Spending my day

In fictional worlds

Creating fictional challenges

For fictional charters

To raise my children

Full of confidence

To be brave

To succeed all challenges

Growing old

With my first love

To pass away

In our embrace

To be content

Without any needs

To be accomplished

In all my deeds


Empty words

Unread, Unloved

Never published

This I dread

On the wrong path

My children go

Full of disappointment

And lives of woe

Old and frail

My love has gone

Dying in pain

I’m all alone

Always without

Fear and doubt

Failed at my goals

No legacy to talk about

Your fears are only as great at the power you grant them

Day 11’s challenge

For Day 11, the challenge was to write “a poem that addresses the future, answering the questions “What does y(our) future provide? What is your future state of mind? If you are a citizen of the “union” that is your body, what is your future “state of the union” address?”

I have interpreted today’s prompt as a poem on how you envision your future.

I’m good at setting myself goals and I’m ready for changes, I never expect anything. I find this challenge a little strange as none of us know our future and as a realist, I am accepting of what will be will be. Perhaps, I could write something exploring my optimistic dream or pessimistic nightmare. I hope you enjoy what I have created.