I BECOME REAL
I am fantasy, I come to life in dreams in the night,
I am not real, a made up story created from a pen.
A cartoon, monster, fables, or nursery rhymes,
I become real with the Imagination from a mind.
Superheroes and Frankenstein do not walk the streets,
Magic spells, wizards, and wooden boys are not really seen.
I become real when the world is a scary place to see,
All things that are Impossible are me when you believe,
I become real when what you pretend does never end.
Keith Garrett
Very nice. I do love your writings.
Thank you for reading, stay safe.
Doing my damnest at social-distancing 🙂
I’m spending a lot of time in my imagination at the moment. Great poem!
Thanks so much for reading, stay safe.
Keith, this poem captures the essence of writing. Well done! God’s blessings!
Thanks for reading.
On Sun, Apr 12, 2020 at 1:43 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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