Open Mic, Open Arms – Day 272, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Open mics are exhausting.
Full of so many personalities,
Opportunities,
And,
Support most of us don’t feel like we deserve.
The chance to observe reasons why we’re so hard on ourselves.
Dreams we’re blessed to witness come alive,
As well as doe for reasons we may never know.
But,
It’s a sign worthwhile.
An adventure for a drifter with no table to place his journal onto.
Wading through waters healing for a wounded soul looking to be loved,
By anyone willing to accept him with open arms.
How honored am I to have become a poet?
My saving grace for a life I drown in ink.
Swimming in thoughts,
And,
Ideas shared with ears closed,
Or,
Open for a moment’s notice in hopes to understand what this all is in the first place…