From the gathering souls
who long to cherish our days
the light parades upon
the fallen ones.
While in the darkness
the blind, content to remain
not knowing there is so much more
settling for anything…losing identities
given at the creation.
I don’t wish to just make
skin of my teeth peeled off
my hair beating me to the finish line
a split second dividing us by.
I don’t want to settle for mediocrity
for being just average
for fitting into a mold
that thousands have already
to do so cheapens it
makes who we were created to be
so much less…and limited.
We are not limited to the air we breathe
I will not be held back by the
‘You can’ts’ and the ‘It’s can never be dones’
If I am held back, if I restrain but for a moment
this whole meaning of existence
loses its significance…this isn’t arrogance
this is faith in the One who sustains
and provides our proddings onward,
not our ploddings out into nowhere.
we are on a journey,
but there too is a destination…
So I’ll keep going…how about you?