I get so tired of hearing how you want to end it all,
run away from the world, build you a wall.
You just have to get down
crawl under the fire,
go over the fences
made of barbed wire,
build up your defenses,
turn a blind eye
to the ugly world
that makes you want to cry.
Sometimes it gets better
but usually it's worse,
you just have to dig
through all of the dirt,
find a small spot where you
think you can breathe,
reach out your hands
and try to believe,
that you're here for a reason
you don't understand,
to make things better
for, one child, woman, or man.
So reach out a hand,
tho' you can't help yourself,
you just might be able
to help somebody else.
It's not very pretty,
can't say it's much fun,
but there's a job out there
that needs to be done.
So, build up your courage, put on your breastplate,
dig in your heels, it's never too late.
Author notes
Prompt: If you could write a poem; from a platform of encouragement, healing, and as an instrument to promote goodwill, humane behavior, and civility… Then, read it to the people, what would it speak? 33lines (I count 32)
A contest entry
- AllPoetry Poet Laureate AWARD by poetryality.
7000 points, ended June 8, 40 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is wonderful, filled with positive words and a sense of always being able to overcome. The Rhyme and Rhythm is stunning. I read this poem with such a flurry of hope and faith. I am in awe at how you spun these words into a comforting blanket for all those souls who seem to be haunted by demons that would steal their joy.
BEAUTEOUS WORK!
Thank you for this entry and I wish you well in the contest. It is evident that your aspirations to become AllPoetry Poet Laureate are well intact.
Much Love & Respect ♥
Renee
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aw a wonderful write for the promt good luck in the contest
maralisa
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