My dream

Tue, 01/21/2020 - 16:09 -- veroman

 

At times I feel like the world is on my shoulders

My life follows a repetition each day

Everything seems to revolve around time 

Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years 

At times I feel like I want to give up

I ask myself, why should I keep going

I asked why do we go through pain

Why do we struggle in our daily lives

Why can’t everything be easy? 

I use to compare my life to others 

However I realized that not everything you see is real

There are two angles to every picture 

Who took it, and who stood in front of the camera

I get jaded

However, I keep my head up 

I continue to push forward because I’ve realized I’m all that I have in this world

I have to take care of myself and help myself up when I fall 

Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve had dreams of becoming a writer

Words can hurt, yet words can heal

Words can have so much power on someone

And even on the world

Now what Inspires me to move forward would be my dreams of becoming a writer

I want to get recognized for my work 

I want to win a nobel peace prize is what inspires me

I want to become a writer to help those who are broken and

need some sort of motvation 

I’m inspired to keep my head up even though things may get rough because I know others have been through worse

Words can hurt, yet words can heal

Words can inspire 

And that’s what I hope to do with my dreams 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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