as
the world
crumbles
down
around
my head

and
so few
positives exist

i cling
to a dream
coming true

an
actual
book
i
wrote
is getting published

i could have
self published
nearly did
but that
wasn’t my dream

my dream
was
a publisher
recognizing
my works

and
they did
a
real
publishing house
found
me
good enough

had
i done it
myself
i would have
always
doubted

but i am

and
as it crumbles

i have this