Louise's Book of Poems

Louise's Book of Poetry page 11

Life is A Poem

My life is as soft as white sand some days, and other times my life is as hard as a rock stuck in the mud,

You see, as my life goes on I see more beauty in it, and I realize the money, the diamonds, and hearts I desperately wanted won't matter later on,

Living in this world were the walls seemed to be closing in and shutting me out are now becoming windows with fresh cool wind running through and filled thick with opportunities,

I found that as I searched, I could never find what I wanted, but yet, when I stop, I found all that I needed,

Future and failures seemed to be my biggest fears until I realized they were coming soon but they would make me see all the things I couldn't before,

Every time I see myself in the mirror, I know the person looking back at me is meant to change the world in some way, and even now as I do not know how, I know I was placed on this Earth for greater things than what I can see now,

If I lost myself to fears of the future and failure I would never do what I could have, but I will not choose that life, and I will only choose a life of success, change, and living my wild dreams,

Star glisten in the night shining bright as I look out, and remind me there is more than my town, but there is nothing less that will hold onto my heart, and right now I must do what I can even when I think I can't,

As the paint is being splashed on my white canvas against my will, I will let it be, for one day it will make me the person who I dream of today and who tomorrow I will be,

People reach, as I did I, until I realized that being satisfied is not settling, but realizing that all I have now is more than I need, and even with jewels filled with gold and priceless pearls, I know they will never give me the love that all of us need,

Oh, these days used to drag on and I cried to the night to change its way, and I whispered to the wind to make it go away, but my soul found peace when I looked out and saw I am not as ready I thought,

Every time I look around, I realize my life has more than what meets the eyes that are looking in, and by learning that I comprehended life is a poem; the paper is there and I have the pen, I chose only half of my destiny, but all of what I do when I press down on that pen, so as I say that, I also say this:

My life is a poem waiting to written, and I promise you now I'll fight hard when they try to take that pen but, once I do leave I hope the poem of my life long as the horizon when the sun is setting, as fulfilled as ocean with its whisking water, and as sparkling as the diamonds in the sky, and I hope I will be remember long after my time when the poem of my life is finished.

By Skyla