What Do I Want?

What do I want, What are my dreams?

I want to be a photographer.

A real photographer- one who is paid and not just as a hobby.

I want to open up a magazine and see one of my photos in it.

Just one, that's all I need. It can even be a small one mixed in with other photos.

Just something that I can say to the world- Look at that, this is my photo. I did that all by myself!

But it's just a dream.

My muse is gone. My desire to pick up my camera is gone.

I know what or I should say who took it away.

I wish I could confront him and ask him why.

Why did you tell me? I may of never found out, and could have gone on the rest of my life not knowing.

You took the pride I had in my work, in myself away and squashed it like a bug.

I know that I will pick up my camera again, I have picked up my camera again.

But the wounds are still fresh.

They need to heal.

I need time to heal.