This Wasn’t Supposed To Be A Blog [Poem]

But Facebook wasn’t working.

I was talking to a friend via text. This friend has the most passionate, deep, amazing soul. But . . not many truly know it. In fact, the only way to reach this friend is in rare moments when the door is open.  So, tonight, I just had to jump and poetry was the moment! Mostly, I just wanted to save it! But, this works just as well!

The Text

Your doubt is your monster lurking within,

And pride plays second fiddle, right next to him.

Altogether, the tunes as they play in your head,

Whisper you lies and leave you for dead.

You tuck them away,

The words, thoughts and feelings,

Then you go face the world

With their music still singing!

There will come a day,

For you, I just know it,

That you realize you are great,

Instead of trying to show it.

And when you do, friend,

At last, you will see

How amazing your path will turn out to be,

Stop with the music.

Stop controlling the map.

Stop marking in red

Where you won’t find yourself at!

You were made to be great.

You either own it or you don’t.

But you cannot fly

Holding on to a rope.

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