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This blog is an exploration of all things personal. I wanted a platform to share my poetry, stories, and experiences. It’s been a fun ride so far, and I’ve been waiting for the right time to start my blog. All things considered, I think I’m ready to make my life an open book! Follow me on my journey as I open my own eyes, and hopefully add to your view on life, people, the world and all things that go on inside this crazy beautiful brain of mine.
That leaves me to wonder
Why these things happen
And why I matter
Why do so many people chose to rely
On me
When it’s a struggle
Every day
To see
Meaning in life
And why can’t I find the light
At the end of the tunnel
It seems so long
And it’s very dark
Will I find my way out?
I have serious doubts
At 33 life has reminded me
That I’ve been robbed
Of things that I thought came simply
Like a family, a child
A beautiful life
That seems so hard
Right now
Because it is out of my reach
And I can’t even begin to see
What used to seem so real
And now I’m hoping it clears
Because my reality
Isn’t even clear to me
And I live it every day
But I can’t help but say
That this life is hard
And I feel electrically charged
So I don’t know why
My energy can’t bring to me
The very simple things
That I thought life should be
Have I chosen a path
Not conducive to a life
To sustain a man, a life, a family, a plan
Birthday parties and holidays
Are just not the same
When you don’t have your own
Blood, sweat, and tears
I think I’ve just realized my own fears
That it might not happen for me
This life is as lonely
As it could be
A beautiful struggle
That leaves me to wonder
Why these things happen
And why I matter
Why do so many people chose to rely
On me
When it’s a struggle
Every day
To see
Meaning in life
And why can’t I find the light
At the end of the tunnel
It seems so long
And it’s very dark
Will I find my way out?
I have serious doubts
At 33 life has reminded me
That I’ve been robbed
Of things that I thought came simply
Like a family, a child
A beautiful life
That seems so hard
Right now
Because it is out of my reach
And I can’t even begin to see
What used to seem so real
And now I’m hoping it clears
Because my reality
Isn’t even clear to me
And I live it every day
But I can’t help but say
That this life is hard
And I feel electrically charged
So I don’t know why
My energy can’t bring to me
The very simple things
That I thought life should be
Have I chosen a path
Not conducive to a life
To sustain a man, a life, a family, a plan
Birthday parties and holidays
Are just not the same
When you don’t have your own
Blood, sweat, and tears
I think I’ve just realized my own fears
That it might not happen for me
This life is as lonely
As it could be
It’s a higher calling when you’re bound to a life with an absolute drawing of people who can’t do what you do
On a daily basis they think they see
And think they know
But they have no clue
The sensitivity that ensues
It takes away your life and your light
Sometimes even sucks away your pride
You’re driven to a place
Where people say they don’t rely on hope,
They only rely on strength
Because each day seems harder than the next
and how selfish is that?
To take an entire profession in jest
To see only the bad
When there is so much good
Even if you have to dig deep
These kids are dying to see
A shred of positivity
A hope for them and their future despite their past
Who are we as educators if we cannot grasp
The enormity of the situations they have come to believe is their only life
Their only purpose
when it is we as a profession who profess to be
Their biggest advocates
Their biggest cheerleaders
The only people they see as leaders
It’s a big responsibility to take
But why would you do it if you’re not ready to bond
Maybe not with one student in particular
But bond with the agreement you made
On a regular basis when you agreed to believe in this lifestyle
that it was something you were bound to
A great reconcile
A way to redeem yourself for whatever bad you posess its a second chance at life to give unconditionally the patience,
The virtue the willingness to believe
That every human has a right
To fight this war
On insecirity, and delinquency
Every child can soar
We give them the tools and watch them choose
The right to pick a life worth living
Or the right to loose
No guilty concience should exist
As long as along the way you were willing to assist
NO wrong can be done as
long as the lesson taught leads to the students discovering their own needs.
We let them go and fly away
And watch, just as a mother bird might say,
You can fly or fall when you leave the nest
The next step is yours
I’ve prepared you for the best.
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