Below is a poem I wrote for my creative writing class during my Senior year of high school. The way it came to me was so natural, and straight from the mind and soul. I remember just sitting down at my desk at work, literally writing this poem up on multiple post-its.. back to back, to back until I finally completed this piece. This is by far one of my strongest poems ever made, and I felt obligated to finally share it on my blog. Hope you all like it. Comment, share, ask me questions !
A Prayer’s Conscious
I’ve got something to cry for,
I’ve got something to lie for,
I’d be lying if I said I don’t have something to die for.
Because everyone had their chance;
Their ticket to their dreams,
And I’m over here sitting, watching, and still dreaming.
I have so many goals,
So many plans for ME,
But I can’t seem to get a grip of reality.
They say, “Sometimes what you want,
Isn’t always what you get,”
And me being me would mumble some things and get upset.
Whether speaking indirect or specifically to me,
That phrase, those words: sometimes/isn’t,
Never monitored to me.
I want to be a will/always, not a maybe/if so,
I’m trying to be greater than myself,
As far as this list goes.
So on and on I tell them,
“Have some faith and believe,”
But the world has been so blinded.
Blinded by the burden, by the possible hurt,
Scared to take risks and see,
What plans might work.
So they resort to the last option,
For safety precautions,
And oblivious in experience,
May very well cost them.
But not me, it won’t cost me,
Because I’ve seen reality, for 17 years now.
All the while I’ve seen dreams too,
I’ve seen opportunities,
I’ve seen many streams too,
Flow without any impurities,
And I saw it like my mind,
When I saw my reflection…
I kneel down and say,
“My God after all the misconceptions,
Despite all my imperfections,
Please take my hand and guide me,
As you lead my life’s direction.”