Will I ever have the courage,
The drive,
The desire,
To do something more?
To go above and beyond?
Perhaps this is,
My greatest wish,
Yet my deepest fear.
Maybe I'm my own greatest fear,
Maybe I'm my own greatest villain,
For who else but me,
Has the power to make me?
No one.
If I don't do it right,
If I do it too late,
Will I ever be able,
To clean my slate?
Years from now,
Aged and old,
I'll wonder what could've been,
The stories that would've been told.
No.
That is my fear,
To be old and decrepit,
And having nothing to my name.
I don't want the American dream,
To fall in love,
To raise a family,
To live peacefully for all my days.
I want turmoil,
And suspense,
And fear,
And panic,
And discontent,
And uncertainty,
And tears,
And out of control.
I want ambition,
And passion,
And desire,
And soul,
And art,
And excitement,
And recklessness,
And freedom.
I do not want to live an ordinary life.
I can't.
I must make a difference.
It will be worth the pain.
I want my life to impact,
Inspire,
Infiltrate,
Those around me.
I want to be known,
As someone.
I want to be known,
As the girl who changed the world.
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Poems from the Right Brain
PoetrySome silly, some not. Some lighthearted, some littered with thought. Some passionate, some numb. Some so clever, some outright dumb. Some more cautious, some bursting with tears. Some revealing memories, some unveiling my fears. So here's my heart...
