manqué

For all my dreams and perfect aspirations completion has always been an issue. Is it because the journey always took precedence over the dream that I never quite reach my goal. I am limited by ingrained beliefs and the byproducts of a self imposed bullshit.  I know the road to fulfillment as a writer has become narrowed by my own hand and as the days go by it seems more possible. Is that the illusion of my manqué or the reality of my muse