Poetry

I am

full of life and I’m not going anywhere.

I wonder what tomorrow will hold for me as the sun shines down on me.

I know that these days are not something I can plan  and so I must have hope that I will make it to the next.

I must do what is best for me now and have hope that I will be able to continue doing great many more days.

Twenty-nine years and I feel there is so much more for me to do and I feel like in a way I am just beginning.

This moment feels like no going back to how I thought before and the feeling that is inside me is so strong that I don’t want it to disappear as my head hits the pillow tonight.

I want to keep climbing and not for selfish reasons but for more than I can understand right now.

I want to do it all and make it worth more than I am in the end for I am just a person and what I want to do will be more than remembering my name and those after me.

I am just a piece to the answer that some of you have being waiting for all this time.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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