Someday

Someday, I want a home all of my own.  Where I can do as I please and rest when I want to.  Where I have a comfy bed and lots of books.  Where my nice bathtub is ready for me to bathe and my coffee pot doesn't sit with old coffee in it.  I want my own place.  Visitors will be lovely.  I'm sure I'll welcome friends and family alike.  Yet, when it's time and they all go...I want to know that I have a home.  A place of my own.  A place where I can breathe without fear.  Where I get to decide without a fight.  Where the world doesn't end if I decide not to cook. 
Someday I want to wear flowing dresses and sandals or slingbacks.  I want to go shopping and for tea.  Sit on the patio.  Rest.  Stop and enjoy life.  It feels like everyone is in such a hurry.  No time for anyone or anything.  I want to linger.  To abserve. 
Someday, I want to choose what to do if I have ten dollars...or a hundred...or a thousand...or a hundred thousand.  I just want to choose without fear.  What to buy.  What to enjoy.  What to save.
Someday, I want to travel.  To go to Europe.  Stay in small towns.  Visit Italy, Germany and France.  Maybe even Czechoslavakia.  I want to drink the coffee and sample the pastries.  I want to take time to know some people and enjoy the culture.  Not so touristy....just a journey.
Someday, I want to publish a book....a book that will maybe speak to someone and let them know that they are not alone.  I want to write under a pseudonym.  I want to write not fearing being found out or questioned.  I get so tired of being asked what I'm doing.  Of being walked up behind by my husband if I stay up late or get up early.  I am braver...but I want not to have to be brave, I just want to feel free. 
Someday will come.  Because it remains alive in my heart.  Someday, I will walk upon the reality of my dreams.
grace to you.