Reflections David Masey Out in front, untouchable to all Yet so fragile, timid, and small Only doing what I know Trying to make a mold to which I shall not grow Pure and innocent, young and sweet Not knowing what shall be thrown at my feet Years pass and still the same But something happens, something strange An unknown comes and takes control, Innocence trips into this hole Still the same within, but changes are taking place, Uncontrollable to most, some may not be replaced Quicksand pulls and you want to get out, But there is something at the bottom, something that has to come out So I go with the current, unaware of what it holds This youth, this innocence, has taken a new mold One of a new face, one of a new race Foreign to the one, but liking the taste Go he goes from paper, looking shinny and new, To paper of multi colors, no blue The road less traveled? Nah. Go with the flow. He dosen’t see it coming, but soon he will know So on he goes, listening to what he wants Listening to his friends, listening to his thoughts Time goes on, but for him something has stopped He see what he had, slowly being dropped The ones he lead at first, have now caught up Then something begins to boil, one day it will erupt He goes into the shadows, thinking he is alone The years go by faster, skipping like a stone It is probably inevitable that this has occurred, By another kind of paper, although absurd And back where he lay, back where he dreams, Instability reeks havoc, at the kid once at play A carbon copy, he wants not Of what he sees, at his place, his haunt Now all of a sudden, he does things he never thought he would be, Things that are not so good, but brings him strange glee. Then it hits him! With the force of unknown, a turning point? Maybe so He makes a peace with god and asks him to forget The terrible thing, that drug him into this pit He makes a promise and he does keep, It was an awakening that kept him on his feet. So life is all good, he meets back up with the ones, That stared him out, in those days of fun Still not at the point, that he wants to be, But close enough to where he can see A guardian from darkness, helps him along the way, And the two become one and that is how they will stay Who knows where he would be, without this white side Not where he is now In his perspective, he is now on top Everything is matched up, now nothing in his way to stop Life goes good, plans are made to keep, His life is going to be better than those who now weep. And why do they weep? Well maybe the same thing got to them that got to me, I just got it earlier, it was easier for me to see So now I have a task, a mission I choose to accept, To make more of me than those who have wept. Out of this pile, of tarnish and mold, I will rise, show them all, and shine like gold No matter what they say, nor what they do I will hold my head up high, and thank those few. Those are the ones who told me I could. Who never held me down, and told me I should Those three are my guiding light. They are my candle, when there is no light. And when I succeed, and show them all, They will be with me, through obstacles and all One is far away, and one is very near, And the other is in heaven, the one I hold so dear And when that day comes, after I have conquered all, After the light goes out, and I’m at the end of the hall. I will sit back feel all the affections, That come rushing through me, after all my reflections
Reason for writing:
This is basically the way i see my life through my eyes. other people may relate and see it there way. i wrote this poem when i realized it was time to grow up and i left for the air force and had to say good bye to everybody
Birth sign: Scorpio
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