Dreamer's Ground Poem by Linus Kithinji Njeru

A response to "The Weight We Both Carry"

I've spoken soft, I've spoken clear,
Of wanting not just love—but ear.
For words dismissed can dull the flame,
And dim the man I aim to claim.

I don't need cheers at every turn,
But when I strive, I yearn to earn
A nod, a look, a bit of faith—
To say, "He's building something great."

It's hard to rise when doubts surround,
When seeds I plant are trampled ground.
Yet still I work, both hand and mind,
With dreams too vast to stay confined.

Online, on foot, I chase the tide—
A man, not lost, but bona fide.
Not just for me, but most of all,
To lift you when the rains fall.

Yes, I have failed, I have misstepped,
But never once have my hands slept.
Each day I fight to pave the way,
So we can taste a brighter day.

But what I ask—what keeps me whole,
Is your belief, your kind patrol.
To feel you trust the roads I chart,
To guard the beat inside my heart.

The future bows to those who try,
And mine is stretched across the sky.
I see a life where you don't strain,
Where joy is daily, not just pain.

So walk with me, not far behind—
But side by side, our hopes aligned.
I'm still the man who dares to give,
To love, to build, to dream—and live.