I'm young. 18 years old to be exact, but my heart and mind say otherwise.
At a younger age I was never able to understand most things that were brought upon my life. I was constantly facing new struggles that kids I was surrounded by weren’t dealing with and may never have to. I grew up surrounded by medical terms, doctors, and hospitalizations. I became familiar with medication lists so long that they consumed 3 full pages.
My whole life I have been raised through challenges, broken dreams, and learning to adapt to new lifestyles time and time again. As I began to get older and wiser I learned to accept my fate in life, I learned to face difficulties with nothing but a positive outlook, and I learned that there is no way to change your past, but there are ways to make your present and future worthwhile.
There have been times where I was not able to keep my vigorous frame of mind. In these moments I would feel myself slowly drowning in sorrow, defeat, but most of all, guilt. I felt guilty because, even though I may not have been in the best situation, I was far better off than some people in this world. These are the moments that have helped define who I am. People will hear my infectious laugh during my most difficult intervals, I will have an everlasting smile on my face when all I want to do is break down, and no matter what is going on in my life, I am always putting forth the effort into making others happy.
For me to be able to say that I am satisfied with myself, life, and all of its entities is a wondrous feeling and gift. Every day I fight the odds and live with a mad, passionate determination, which no matter what, will never be destroyed.
I’m young. 18 years old to be exact, but my heart and mind say otherwise.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Another lovely poem I have created

Painful breaths and weak lungs.
Sickness has employed. This is what I've become.
I'm exhausted, supressed, and torn down.
It's time to remove my unyielding crown.
Words won't do justice, there's no way to describe.
I could never express exactly how I feel inside.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Continue the rhythm.
To me, it's mucus, aches, and unfufillness that collision.
Death surrounds me. I am familiar with the gruesome words,
"Breathe easy" and "Rest in peace."  Another passing of a young one has occured.
I taste the bitter infection occupying my tongue.
There's an army that favors the invalidation of my lungs.
The tiny monsters dedicate to seize control and become engrossed.
I have offically become the unwilling host.
Scar tissue, battered organs, and irreversable mutilation.
I suppose this disease would appreciate a standing ovation.
He craves my attention, and has no understanding of the word forfeit.
My deterioration has become a way of his self rewarding.
They say, "Time will heal all wounds,"
but in this case, time means more impairment has consumed.
Yes, I am exceptionally grateful to be alive and aging more,
but I also desire a breath that strive won't account for.
My body lacks the proper needs for survival.
The results are nothing short of vile.
I have gone through hell and back, time and time again.
There have been moments of close surrender, but I will keep fighting until I win.
But, I guess in a way, you could say that I have already won.
Despite my adversities, hope, strength, and positivity are always brought upon.
This fight can feel grueling and beyond the bounds of possible,
but to survive through this much, and give in with defeat, would be highly implausable.
I'm here to live, inspire, love, and obtain victory.
I will leave behind me a legacy, that will never diminish with history.

1 comment:

  1. Love it girl :) you always do so great with these poems