I am a stray

I am the thinker

And the dreamer


I write my poems on the walls

My paintings hang high above my bed


I crumple the careful handwriting

And discarded the paper that holds my passion


I am a mutt

I am an introvert

Please don’t leave me alone


My home is your home

Come in and be happy here


I dare not open the door myself

Yours is not my space to invade


I am a dreamer

Free to ride my horse into battle

Free to sew more than just a doll dresses


Above all I am loved

For once it is more than a dream


I am disorganized

I am complete


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