All I Have

In the realm of dreams, where aspirations thrive,
There lived a soul, with a fervent drive,
A person yearning to be a writer true,
Whose heart embraced words, like the morning dew.

"All I Have," they whispered, their solemn plea,
For words were their solace, their sanctuary.
Through trials and doubts, they pressed on with zeal,
Their pen, their sword, their wounds, they'd conceal.

Determination coursed through their very veins,
To be accepted, they'd endure endless strains.
Days turned to nights, as they tirelessly toiled,
Their spirit aflame, their ambition unspoiled.

Sacrifices were made, joys set aside,
Embracing loneliness, they let their heart guide.
Adrift in their world of ink and despair,
Their soul bared on paper, exposing all they bear.

Self-loathing gripped them, a relentless foe,
Doubt gnawed at their core, an unwelcome woe.
But they fought through the darkness, their spirit unbroken,
For within their words, a voice was awoken.

Deprivation followed in their path's wake,
As they hungered for success, they refused to forsake.
Time slipped through their fingers like grains of sand,
Yet they held on tight, with an unwavering hand.

And in their quest for recognition's sweet embrace,
They contemplated the price, the ethereal chase.
To sell their soul, to barter their essence,
To achieve their dream, to grasp that presence.

But as they stood at the crossroads of fate,
Their conscience awakened, a voice resonating straight.
"Your words have power, your soul is aflame,
But to sell it away, would that not bring shame?"

And so, they chose a different path instead,
To nurture their dreams without losing their thread.
They embraced their flaws, their demons they tamed,
Their words soared high, their spirit untamed.

"All I Have" became not just their plight,
But a testament to resilience, a beacon of light.
For in the pursuit of dreams, they learned to thrive,
With determination, sacrifice, and their soul alive.