I planned it all out: College to my retirement. But I've had to make compromises to make it all more "realistic", to whom though? I've dreamed recklessly my entire life and each time, I've been shut down. For once, I was so sure of my future it was as clear as a cloudless sky. For once, I knew what I wanted and in my eyes it was realistic. It was reachable. But there was a finer line between dreams and reality than I thought. It was a transparent, sturdy wire with sharp razors lining it for those who tried to disobey. My body is lined with scars and still I haven't given up. I'm still trying to get over the line, no matter the voices that tell me I can't. I'm all alone in this war to reach the stars. I've dreamt up a whole world of happiness and sadness, but if I let them tie me down, my clear sky will be filled with grey clouds, rain washing away all my dreams and hopes into a whirlpool for misfits. My life will become a routine, nothing to look forward to every morning when I open my eyes. Happiness would be a lost idea when I'm forced to remember it wasn't real. I'd have to come back down to earth with nothing to offer. And every night, I'd have to look up into the night sky and say, "I was once one of them. Now I'm a time bomb running on used minutes." I won't be happy. I just wish you'd see that.
-Izzy
Please believe in me?
YOU ARE READING
Shut Up and Listen
PoetryVolume no. 2 Another tightrope walk through my mind. Older and Smarter. I've got a better understanding of the world. PS It's not traditional poetry. So don't say that it isn't, because I know that. Thank you.
