I remember my teachers
In high school
Ms. Lambert
Saying I was
Going to get hurt
Out there
With how soft
My skin
Was…
The world
Was going to
Eat me
And my idealism
And spit me
Out…
Chewed
Broken.
She and
Mrs. Wright
Thought I had it
All wrong.
The world has tried
And on several
Occasions
Threatened to triumph
To throw me
Down
Into despairing
Depths…
But there is
This place
Where I go
To the edge
Of oblivion
That I know
If I
Me…
Mythica
Loose faith
Then it is more
Than just myself
That is lost.
There are times
When my faith
And beliefs
In humanity
Are so great
That I am like
The full moon
Pulling on
The world
When it
Is in darkness…
But there are
Days
Moments
When I feel
Myself
Waning.
When rioting
By the few
Cows good people
To do nothing.
When congress
Acts like waring
Children,
Not adults
To spurn one another
Until the whole
Country is
Broken…
And my fellow
Citizens
STILL
Do nothing.
I wane…
But I do not
Break…
Oblivion keeps me
Here
With you,
Because I am
Needed…
We need
Each other.
It is not just
Guns that kill,
It is complacency.
We are a spoiled
Nation.
It is time to see
If that American spirit
It the Human spirit
Can yet
Save us
If we rise…
Like our forefathers
Who had dreams…
Are there any left
We are willing
To face our fears
And act?
I live so
That we will
All have hope to…
Choose a life
Not an existence.
Someday
I will no longer
Live,
But these words
And my spirit
Will remain…
And that
Will never
Wane.
