I wrote this very long ago…I found it while packing up my things, preparing to move. It was printed out on a sheet of paper. This meant a great deal to me at the time and it’s incredible to be able to look back at it.
Posts Tagged ‘strength’
Swing
Thursday, October 28th, 2010Beauty From Treetops
Saturday, February 6th, 2010I will grow higher…
I will grow stronger…
My life with be brighter..
My life will be sounder..
My hopes resemble reason.
Don’t let me flounder.
Soon I’ll look up.
The world will be beautiful.
My thoughts will be shaken…
My will will be weakened…
All will feel against me..
Nobody will guide me..
But I’ll be my own guide.
I’ll stand by my own side.
Watch me grow stronger.
And my sight has shown me…
How the world will behold me…
I feel my face lighten..
I feel my grip strengthen..
Life’s presence surrounds me.
My hope is abounding.
Watch me grow higher.
My thoughts have grown brighter…
My will has grown sounder…
And though I was week..
Behold, I am stronger!
And from my new perch,
The landscape appears so hopeful.
I look up.
The world is beautiful.
Identity (Parts I – VI)
Friday, March 21st, 2008I’m not sure whether to call this a poem or a short story. When ideas come into my head, I want to write them down – whether it be an entire story or a simple thought. But if I write a short story, I feel I must keep going – keep developing a plot. It was not like that with a poem. I simply began to write and let the poem play itself out. I had no idea when it was going to end. I could very well have ended it at each part.
This poem was written for myself to release my own thoughts and emotions, but for others conveys a message. This isn’t one of those cryptic morals – it’s plainly obvious. Something many in today’s society need to learn to abide by, or at least consider.
Caged
Sunday, March 9th, 2008This cage will never hold me
Only let me plan escape
The room they have allowed me
Is a fatal mistake
For within it I can grow
Stronger than before
So when they do release me
The beast is to fear that much more
But fortune’s in their favor
For I’m a timid soul
And though my rage exists
It’s under my control
But beware
Do not provoke
This beast has limits
And they’re about to show.
Overprotective?
Monday, March 3rd, 2008How much is too much when it comes to protecting the person you love? I’ve come to realize that there is no answer. It depends wholly on the individual you’re protecting. Some love clingy, some love overprotective, some just want their space.
Roller Coaster Ride
Sunday, January 20th, 2008It’s rare that I release poetry, especially those that express some inner emotion. This is one of the few that I’ve written that seems fit for others to read.
Do Not Call Me Mad
Saturday, December 9th, 2006This poem was in a way inspired by Edgar Allen Poe’s The Tell Tale Heart.