#InspirationalPoetry #LookingUp
LOOKING UP
MY SOUL WAS DEPRESSINGLY TORN APART,
HELPLESSNESS THE OFFSPRING IT CARELESSLY BEGAT,
AIMLESSLY UNSHIELDED FROM THE VAIN TORMENTORS DART,
ITS PAINFUL STRIKES I COULD NOT FOR FEAR AVERT.
TEARDROPS UPON MY BLOUSE ENDLESSLY TRICKLED,
MENTAL OUTLOOK ? HOPELESSLY SPECKLED,
MY VISIONS ATTAINMENT SEEMED BASELESS AND WRINKLED,
SCARCELY A STAR UPON MY NIGHT SKY TWINKLED.
EVERYONE I TURNED TO OFFER HELP COULD HARDLY SO,
AT THAT POINT IT SEEMED I WAS SURROUNDED BY MANY A FOE,
I WISHED FROM THAT CONTINENT I COULD AWAY STOW,
PAIN AND DISAPPOINTMENT GROSS EMOTION IN MY BLOOD’S FLOW.
AT THIS POINT IT GREATLY DAWNED ON ME,
TO ADVANCE IN LIFE I MUST STAY MENTALLY FREE,
DOUBT INDUCED DEPRESSION IS WORSE THAN THE STING OF A BEE,
WORRY AND ANXIETY CAUSES THE MIND TO VAGUELY SEE.
ALTHOUGH I HAD COME TO TRUTHFUL RECOGNITION,
NEEDED SOMETHING MORE TO ANCHOR THIS VIVID REALISATION,
WITHOUT A SOLID DEPTH MY HOPE MAY SUFFER SUDDEN DEMOTION,
BUT CONSTANT ASSURANCE WILL HELP TO CHASE AWAY EVERY
CONFUSION.
ONE FATEFUL DAY I QUESTIONED MY CREATOR,
CAUSE HE FITS THE PERFECT ROLE AS MY ESTATE’S REALTOR,
HE’S ALWAYS BEEN A FAITHFUL AND LOVING BENEFACTOR,
I WAS TIRED OF BEING UNCERTAINTY’S OPERA CONDUCTOR.
I ASKED MY BIG DADDY THE WAY THAT I SHOULD GO,
SHOULD I FARM WITH THE CUTLASS, SHOVEL OR THE HOE?
HE ALONE KNOWS MY DESTINATION TO AND FRO,
HE ALONE KNOWS THE PERFECT ARROW ONE SHOULD THROW.
WHEN I ASKED HIM WHAT TO DO TO GET ME TO THE TOP,
WHAT I’D DO TO PUT UPHEAVALS TO A FINAL STOP,
SIMPLY DOG-TIRED OF LIVING LIKE A MOP,
HE SAID TO ME, YOUR MIND’S EYES MUST CONSTANTLY LOOK UP.
HE SAID, MY CHILD LOOK UP AT THE SKY,
THAT’S THE PLACE YOUR GAZE MUST BE IF YOU ARE TO AIM HIGH,
WHEN YOUR HEAD IS DOWN YOU’VE BEEN BELIEVING A LIE,
WHEN YOU TRUST IN ME YOU’RE GIVEN SOLID WINGS TO FLY.
MY CREATOR ALSO SAID SOMETHING THAT’S QUITE PROFOUND,
LOOKING UP TO HIM WILL MAKE ME WALK ON HIGHER GROUND,
WHEN I LEAN ON HIM, CEASELESS PEACE IS ALWAYS FOUND,
LOOKING UP TO HIM WILL MAKE ME HEAR THE JOYFUL SOUND.
MY SOUL WAS DEPRESSINGLY TORN APART,
HELPLESSNESS THE OFFSPRING IT CARELESSLY BEGAT,
AIMLESSLY UNSHIELDED FROM THE VAIN TORMENTORS DART,
ITS PAINFUL STRIKES I COULD NOT FOR FEAR AVERT.
TEARDROPS UPON MY BLOUSE ENDLESSLY TRICKLED,
MENTAL OUTLOOK ? HOPELESSLY SPECKLED,
MY VISIONS ATTAINMENT SEEMED BASELESS AND WRINKLED,
SCARCELY A STAR UPON MY NIGHT SKY TWINKLED.
EVERYONE I TURNED TO OFFER HELP COULD HARDLY SO,
AT THAT POINT IT SEEMED I WAS SURROUNDED BY MANY A FOE,
I WISHED FROM THAT CONTINENT I COULD AWAY STOW,
PAIN AND DISAPPOINTMENT GROSS EMOTION IN MY BLOOD’S FLOW.
AT THIS POINT IT GREATLY DAWNED ON ME,
TO ADVANCE IN LIFE I MUST STAY MENTALLY FREE,
DOUBT INDUCED DEPRESSION IS WORSE THAN THE STING OF A BEE,
WORRY AND ANXIETY CAUSES THE MIND TO VAGUELY SEE.
ALTHOUGH I HAD COME TO TRUTHFUL RECOGNITION,
NEEDED SOMETHING MORE TO ANCHOR THIS VIVID REALISATION,
WITHOUT A SOLID DEPTH MY HOPE MAY SUFFER SUDDEN DEMOTION,
BUT CONSTANT ASSURANCE WILL HELP TO CHASE AWAY EVERY
CONFUSION.
ONE FATEFUL DAY I QUESTIONED MY CREATOR,
CAUSE HE FITS THE PERFECT ROLE AS MY ESTATE’S REALTOR,
HE’S ALWAYS BEEN A FAITHFUL AND LOVING BENEFACTOR,
I WAS TIRED OF BEING UNCERTAINTY’S OPERA CONDUCTOR.
I ASKED MY BIG DADDY THE WAY THAT I SHOULD GO,
SHOULD I FARM WITH THE CUTLASS, SHOVEL OR THE HOE?
HE ALONE KNOWS MY DESTINATION TO AND FRO,
HE ALONE KNOWS THE PERFECT ARROW ONE SHOULD THROW.
WHEN I ASKED HIM WHAT TO DO TO GET ME TO THE TOP,
WHAT I’D DO TO PUT UPHEAVALS TO A FINAL STOP,
SIMPLY DOG-TIRED OF LIVING LIKE A MOP,
HE SAID TO ME, YOUR MIND’S EYES MUST CONSTANTLY LOOK UP.
HE SAID, MY CHILD LOOK UP AT THE SKY,
THAT’S THE PLACE YOUR GAZE MUST BE IF YOU ARE TO AIM HIGH,
WHEN YOUR HEAD IS DOWN YOU’VE BEEN BELIEVING A LIE,
WHEN YOU TRUST IN ME YOU’RE GIVEN SOLID WINGS TO FLY.
MY CREATOR ALSO SAID SOMETHING THAT’S QUITE PROFOUND,
LOOKING UP TO HIM WILL MAKE ME WALK ON HIGHER GROUND,
WHEN I LEAN ON HIM, CEASELESS PEACE IS ALWAYS FOUND,
LOOKING UP TO HIM WILL MAKE ME HEAR THE JOYFUL SOUND.
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