Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2014 11:49:05 GMT
Okay, so I'm no poet. My formatting sucks and I have no title, but I wrote this in about five minutes:
I've watched them die a thousand times.
No, not in the cinema of REM sleep, but in reality.
Not in nightmares so real I cannot shake,
My eyes wide open, I'm still awake,
And I've watched them die.
Not soldiers on a battlefield,
Fighting for someone else's beliefs.
Not deer taking it's chances that the hunter isn't watching,
Tip-toeing it's way to across the plain to get a drink.
I've walked up to that shallow stream,
I've looked deep beneath the water's surface,
And I've watched them die.
We drown our dreams in the waters of our insecurities,
Our anxieties, the undertow that pulls them under until the last breath of life comes bubbling up.
We give up before we try,
So afraid we won't succeed.
We let them die.
We abort our hopes in the first trimester.
We don't even leave them on a church doorstep so someone can adopt them and raise them as their own.
We euthanize our ideas to shelter them from the pain that they might be wrong,
A feeling we're raised to believe is the worst thing of all.
Worse than watching them die.
But not I.
Not now.
Not anymore.
I will not stand idly by while everything I want to be withers away.
I will not stay silent because I'm too afraid to say,
That maybe,
One day,
I can be what I want, what I hope to be.
I am not a hopeless cause,
My ambitions are not out of reach.
I may not reach the moon, but I can certainly touch the sky,
Because the sky is just the atmosphere around us, just a little higher.
I may think my jump is higher than it is and miscalculate the landing.
I'll hit the pavement and break my bones and bust my teeth,
Bloodied and broken and half-dead from the failed attempt,
But I will get up.
I will not watch them die.
I've watched them die a thousand times.
No, not in the cinema of REM sleep, but in reality.
Not in nightmares so real I cannot shake,
My eyes wide open, I'm still awake,
And I've watched them die.
Not soldiers on a battlefield,
Fighting for someone else's beliefs.
Not deer taking it's chances that the hunter isn't watching,
Tip-toeing it's way to across the plain to get a drink.
I've walked up to that shallow stream,
I've looked deep beneath the water's surface,
And I've watched them die.
We drown our dreams in the waters of our insecurities,
Our anxieties, the undertow that pulls them under until the last breath of life comes bubbling up.
We give up before we try,
So afraid we won't succeed.
We let them die.
We abort our hopes in the first trimester.
We don't even leave them on a church doorstep so someone can adopt them and raise them as their own.
We euthanize our ideas to shelter them from the pain that they might be wrong,
A feeling we're raised to believe is the worst thing of all.
Worse than watching them die.
But not I.
Not now.
Not anymore.
I will not stand idly by while everything I want to be withers away.
I will not stay silent because I'm too afraid to say,
That maybe,
One day,
I can be what I want, what I hope to be.
I am not a hopeless cause,
My ambitions are not out of reach.
I may not reach the moon, but I can certainly touch the sky,
Because the sky is just the atmosphere around us, just a little higher.
I may think my jump is higher than it is and miscalculate the landing.
I'll hit the pavement and break my bones and bust my teeth,
Bloodied and broken and half-dead from the failed attempt,
But I will get up.
I will not watch them die.