What keeps me going (prose).

by Poet on the Piano   Jul 29, 2015


Last night, I wanted to leave everything and everyone. I was mostly ready. Skinny jeans, black top, eyes painted dark as night, hair down for the heavens.

But something stopped me. I didn't leave my house. I tucked my phone away along with the sharp instruments that wouldn't stop muttering how I deserved to leave.

Today, I tried to focus on me. I let silent tears cross my mother and I's path. I said I needed to be watched. Guarded.

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I'll admit, I'm not perfect. I can't say I'm truly happy yet. My time will come though. My time of not feeling like a burden, a heavy weight others must carry.

I'll try, because I know I exist no matter what my mind tries to edge in otherwise. That I was a mistake. That I won't last on a planet where people use their souls as weapons.

Sometimes, all you can do is try. Try your best. That doesn't mean a certain criteria must be met. We are all called to do what we can. Even if that means just waking up and choosing to live. Getting dressed, eating, reaching out to one another. Who says our goals have to be that of everyone elses'?

We are successful simply for living.

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Written 7/29/15 @ 3:37 PM

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  • 9 years ago

    by Chelsey

    So kind of strange to some for me to post this, but I know we are on the same page, lol I read this the other day and this is what this poem made me want to share with you..

    Ecclesiastes 3:1-11

    1 There is a time for everything,
    and a season for every activity under the heavens:
    2 a time to be born and a time to die,
    a time to plant and a time to uproot,
    3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
    a time to tear down and a time to build,
    4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
    a time to mourn and a time to dance,
    5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
    a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
    6 a time to search and a time to give up,
    a time to keep and a time to throw away,
    7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
    a time to be silent and a time to speak,
    8 a time to love and a time to hate,
    a time for war and a time for peace.
    9 What do workers gain from their toil? 10 I have seen the burden God has laid on the human race. 11 He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet[a] no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.

    When I read you say "my time will come though", it reminded me of this....I think this is an encouraging verse of scripture and totally relates to this poem and you know what, not a lot of people do what this poem did. A lot of people don't admit they need help , np watched, nor do they admit this feeling won't last forever.

    I love how you ended this, wow!!!! What a line!! I can't wait to nominate this, this is amazing seriously. Such hope given here, And I like the story like setting this has btw.

    Always a favorite of mine Maryanne!!

  • 9 years ago

    by Gayle McMillan

    Oh how I can relate... this was a great piece. I enjoyed it very much.

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