My desk adorned with dreams,
Quills and ink in sunlight gleams.
A life unfolded in storied verse,
Chasing the elusive poetic universe.

Pages turned, manuscripts compiled,
Dreams in ink, every thought beguiled.
Yet, the publishers’ doors seemed closed,
As rejection’s sting, my heart lays exposed.

Through valleys of doubt, my pen in hand,
I wove my world of this undiscovered land.
My failed endeavors, led meaning found,
In the solace of words to fertile ground.

No bookshelves bear my crafted lore,
Yet, my soul’s release is forevermore.
For in each line my purpose now unfurls,
A life’s tale spun in the dance of words.