I set ‘em up to knock me down,
Everything I built comes crashing to the ground.
I know we’ve all seen better days,
But why can’t there be any better ways?
All I wanted to do was the right thing,
But I don’t even know what it is anymore.
Sometimes all I want to do is get away,
Leave all my problems on some distant shore,
But, when I come back, those problems and more
Are there and waiting as they were before.
There’s no escape from the life we lead;
If a cut is opened, it’s unavoidable that we bleed.
The path we take is up to us,
But remember, you can’t turn back if you’re lost.
I made a left ‘cause I thought it was right,
I thought my life could live in other’s eyes.
I thought it was my destiny,
And I never thought it could be my demise.
To every occasion I thought I could rise,
Instead in all eyes I am in some way despised.
(ESV) 2Ti 3:10-12 You(Timothy/young minister), however, have followed my(Pauls) teaching, my conduct, my aim in life, my faith, my patience, my love, my steadfastness, my persecutions and sufferings that happened to me at Antioch, at Iconium, and at Lystra--which persecutions I endured; yet from them all the Lord rescued me. Indeed, all who desire to live a godly life in Christ Jesus will be persecuted,
Just something I look to when I feel the same way.
This is an excellent poem. I can definitely identify with it. So many times I try to help people and then find myself getting stressed, realizing I can't help everyone. This poem really did talk to my heart in way, I guess you could so if that makes sense. I like poets who write things that people can identify with. You did a good job on this one. Look forward to reading more poems by you.
Hey hun. Everyone has at least some time in their life when they feel like there's nothing left for them, and that no one seems to care. Great job at portraying such hardships. And remember, I'll always love you!
Forever and always,
~Me~
You definitely have talent in writing about pain in life. At this particular point in my life I can completely relate to this poem.