All About You Poem by Jean Harold

You were made of dreams:

so pretty yet so remote

You talked for hours about

monsters and walls, and

refused to believe they were once

together

You were built from wonders: 

so magical yet so treacherous

You saw everything that

walks and moves, and

turned all you cannot see

down

You were created by fairytales: 

so high yet so real

You walked with a passion

knowing everything is on your sleeve

and convinced there is only one way

to see the night

You were composed with fears: 

so edgy yet so bright

You bought tickets to fly to

new places and new adventures, but

never before to all the lives

you haven't lived