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Poetry Corner
I've loved words for a long time. I distinctly remember learning a poem in kindergarten at school, but I can't remember a word of it. All I remember is being sort of transfixed by it.
Anyway, I figured I needed more creative endeavours in my life now and so i have written this this afternoon.
The theme didn't come to me until about half way through the creation of it. You may see some familiar verses or phrasing because i wanted to touch on that but also give most of this my own flair.
It's called "To" - It's an ode to life. I wrote it because I wanted to try and express nothing other than acceptance for life and all it brings. There is a subtle tone of defiance, of self determination but also an acceptance of things that can't change.
I hope you like it.
To,
To never want a drop of fame
To keep my ambition gentle and tame
To still keep fuelling that good flame
To greet an adversity as an old dame
To see courage and bravery within a fear
To gently cry a lonely tear
To get burned from an unknown sear
To still get up and say “I am here!”
To fly underwater and swim through the air
To not really give much of a care
To say to those who question: “I simply don’t care”
To turn up and say how very dare!
To love through hate and yet hate due to love
To be as soft as a silk-skinned dove
To look to the heavens up above
To now tell fear and loathing to simply “shove!”
To know and feel that I am free
To look back on all thats happened and see
To watch it now unfold now with nought but glee
To at my deepest core say “yes, this is me”
To soar like meteors and be gay
To say carpe diem and sieze the day
To stroll through life as I may
To laugh at adversity saying “Come what may”
To feel anothers pain in my core
To see the sun rise and simply adore
To see it set and weep for more
To never want to close a door
To hold a universe in my hand
To rise against adversity and stand
To stick to my guns, those forts that I’ve manned
To know those things which must be canned
To see within me a great deep hope
To become my own very holy pope
To tune in to my own unique trope
To scrawl across a window “it’s okay to mope”
To be as free as free can will and do
To beauty which i can’t but coo
To that which arises bold and new
To say who I am with certainty when I'm asked "Who are you?"
To this,
This thing called life.
