I Will Make Today The Day
I am a dreamer and a dream. Blue and gold sunlit skies urge me on through days of droopy-eyed paths. I tell myself that I can be something that the world has never seen before; the desert earth is parched and I am its quench.
I am needed, required even, to fill the shared-conscious of humanity with silver quartz: crystal faith and sterling hope. Required to fill until the people can again feel the warmth that radiates from every windswept soul.
I raise my eyes to the spotty scarlet sunrise, determined to move both my own and my peers' minds from the security of quilt-covered mattresses. My eyes linger on the the glass of my window for a moment before readjusting to focus on the white purity of what lies beyond the pane. The pain melts away and I rise with a navy blue boldness that shows in my skin and my smile.
I will make today the day. The day I will quench the world.
Each day begins this way. It is not because I have great influence, strength, or power. It is not that I truly believe that I am more important than anyone else in this populous world. It is because otherwise I will be afraid. Afraid that I am nothing.
And I cannot start a day that way.
I must live on in the lungs of history, be remembered with every exhale. Huddled behind piercing words and peeling paint I will live forever. Must live forever. I fear being forgotten, flee from the possibility. Yet I wallow in procrastination, watching my hours die on clocks in countless places.
And here, with motivation lost, I end my thoughts.
Who is your audience?
ReplyDeleteThat's a very good question, Jacob. I honestly hadn't given it too much thought. My first response is to say anyone who will listen. I try to put feelings I have had myself--or that I have seen someone close to me feeling--into words. I suppose that I write in the hopes that at least a few people who read my posts will be able to come to a better understanding of themselves and those who are around them. Does that answer your question?
ReplyDeleteYou should title this "thoughts of the soul:Part one" I wanna hear more! plus if you are really into writing and giving feedback I want some myself, I am a poetizer and have got a blog that I'd like a comment or two on...pink-rain-doodle.blogspot.com and I'd need your e-mail address, just if you feel like it though :)
ReplyDeleteI would love some more feedback, and to give some on yours! spencerballard33@gmail.com
ReplyDeleteI am your audience!
ReplyDeleteI feel that way every day. I'm like, "I'm supposed to do something big, something that changes people". But by the end of the day, I wasted the chance for that day and decide to give it a go the next, only to squander it.
Great poem, Spence. Keep em coming ;)