I know I haven’t been the kindest to you,
But it’s hard to be nice when everyone leaves, it’s true.
The ones who stick around often use and abuse,
And there’s no one around to believe your own cues.

I’ve heard you cry alone, serenading your pain,
In the solitude of night, tears falling like rain.
I know your kind heart’s been played and tossed away,
Scared to get close, fearing they won’t stay.

You’ve longed for friends, been afraid to be alone,
Reaching out to figures, only to hear “Give it to God” thrown.
You have dreams, beautiful and grand,
But thought they were out of reach, hard to understand.

Questions echo in your mind as you lay in your bed,
You try to fit in, be ‘normal,’ but that’s not where you’re led.
You know you’re not meant to fit in a box or conform,
You understand this truth better than I do, I’m informed.

I know your pain because I am you, you see,
How did you reach the point where dreams become reality?
How did you conquer trauma and give it to God’s care?
Do you still fake smiles, or is happiness your daily fare?

I have countless questions on how we turned out to be,
In the entertainment industry, living our dream so free.
How did you make connections and break the stuck slump?
Did you hit rock bottom again, to rise and jump?

How did you become that beautiful, confident queen,
Running the world, living life with a sheen?
I’ll follow your path, working on my own trauma’s release,
Striving for success, following your footsteps with peace.

What’s it like to be in a movie, to fulfill that dream?
To captivate the audience, make your scenes gleam.
You walk onto the set, nerves brushed aside,
Lines memorized, emerging in character with pride.

I can picture you watching the screen with delight,
Seeing yourself in character, a stunning sight.
Feeling alive, the rush I remember from the stage,
On the theater’s boards, where we found solace in our age.

How does it feel to write a song, as we’ve always wished?
Are the lyrics healing, just as we envisioned and commenced?
Creating melodies and raw, emotional lyrics with grace,
Helping those who listen find solace in the chase.

In the studio with a notebook, melodies flowing free,
Crafting lyrics that heal and set hearts wild and free.
When the song’s released, it touches those in need,
Healing their hurt, fulfilling our musical creed.

How does it feel to write a script, a story to tell?
Are the cues, set design, costumes, all working well?
The characters, casting, do they fit the role just right?
Are they committed, taking their roles to new heights?

You’ve written a script, brainstorming with your crew,
Perfectly, it flows, all thanks to the creative few.
Casting and crew, a harmonious, well-oiled machine,
Creating magic on screen, a masterpiece, it’s seen.

How does it feel to direct a movie, to see it all through?
Are cast and crew taking you seriously, as they should do?
Does everything come together, better than you imagined?
Seeing your vision on the screen, so skillfully aligned.

And your first book, how does it feel to have it published?
Is it as we dreamed, the dream we’ve always cherished?
Do our books help people, leaving a lasting mark?
How do we come up with plots, making them spark?

The final draft finished, nervous and anxious in your seat,
Hoping it succeeds and sells, making your dream complete.
Impacting lives, touching hearts as we’ve always yearned,
With each word, each page, a story beautifully learned.

Helping small businesses take off, are we mastering that?
Getting more confident, less tongue-tied as you chat?
Are we helping them thrive with the resources in our hand?
Is the studio a success, as grand as we had planned?

You save small businesses, bringing in the big bucks,
Gratitude in their faces, their relief, it struck.
Moving on to bigger and better things, oh so bright,
Becoming a better businesswoman, reaching new heights.

How’s our ministry going, and the blogs we create?
Are they bringing people closer to God, their faith to elevate?
Are they healing from traumas, learning to love themselves?
Equipping them with tools, and wisdom that compels.

Blogs filled with love, merchandise to match the theme,
Devotional booklets on life issues, like a sunbeam.
Exposing trauma, turning lives around for the best,
Blessing people’s lives, helping them find rest.

Lastly, how’s our mental health, the battle we’ve faced?
Do low self-esteem, anxiety, and depression still interlaced?
Is self-hate and suicidal thoughts still in the fight?
Or have we conquered them, emerging into the light?

Is fear of rejection, abandonment, and loneliness still near?
Or have we conquered those too, dispelling the fear?
Are we the fearless queen we fantasize in our mind?
Taking each step with confidence, leaving the past behind?

Are we actually happy, surrounded by solid friends,
No longer used and tossed aside in the end?
Do we still enjoy the things we love right now,
And have we finally sought therapy, learning how?

I can picture it like this, a future that’s so bright,
Moving out, finding a side job to pay bills, a temporary light.
The studio flourishing, marketing, graphic design in the flow,
Climbing the ladder of success, your career’s grand show.

Landing roles in shows, gaining popularity with grace,
Writing scripts, directing, creating in your creative space.
A future so promising, fulfilling dreams with glee,
I’m excited for you, for me, for what’s to be.

Man, what dream
No, that’s my destined reality
That is the ideal me.