Young and Dreaming

The future that I see,
Stretched out before me,
This future bright as can be,
In which I am successful and free,
Is blocked by barrier and boundary,
Taking from me,
My liberty.
I may be young but I see,
Much I must do to be,
To be and become me,
Not the me I am now,
But the me of maybe and how,
The me of tomorrow's dawn,
When all doubt and barrier is gone.
But I am a student,
Who is meant,
To be many things,
But first I must endure the stings,
Of todays waits and whiles,
Of this moments trials.

Baby Girl.

***A poem I wrote for someone on request.***


Bearing inside,
This baby I can't hide.
But I can't deliver her,
My baby girl.
Trembling hands,
Brush from my eyes the sands,
Of many a sleepless night,
And tears drop at the sight,
As my hands sign the line,
To destroy this child of mine.
But from deep in my soul,
A soft voice rolls,
"I know your sorry mommy,
I know you really want me.
And I forgive you,
for what your about to do."
The doctors came to me that day,
And took my daughter away.
But every night on bended knee,
I ask God to forgive me,
Of this painful sin,
That someday in heaven,
I might see my baby girl.

Doubt and Faith

Inept failure,
Deserving censure,
Shameless tool,
Deserving to drown in a pool,
Of his own blood,
To grovel in the mud,
All of his days,
A failure in all his ways.
Weak whelp,
Their condemnation is felt.
I feel it every day,
In sunshine and gray.
I never measure up,
Never to drink from the cup,
Of accolade and praise,
Never to raise,
To my lips and drink,
Or even to think,
To touch the chalice,
Of rousing success.
A failure among my own kin,
Seemed destined to never win.
But I know that I am more,
Deep down in my core.
I am not just failure and defeat,
I can be more I can be great,
I can bear my allotted weight,
But not within their sight,
Which turns my day into night.
Their crushing down destroys me,
That I can not ever be,
Who I was made to become,
More than the sum,
Of my potential capacity,
But when she is with me,
With her faith like a rope,
Inspired by her hope,
I know I am more,
Deep within my core.
And I can succeed and grow,
Victory's taste we together can know.

Life too is

Difficulty and trial,
Throng us all the while.
As we try to live this life,
Despite its strife.
Trail and difficulty,
What could possible be,
The reasons we must persevere?
Why must we cry tears?
There is more than this sting,
Life is a blessing,
There is also too peace and joy,
And fair thing with which to employ,
Our minds and hearts and souls,
We need not be shipwrecked upon the shoals,
Of doubt and despair,
Life too is fair!
See the beauty all around,
Flowers springing from the ground.
Birds singing in the sky,
As they swiftly winging fly.
Life teeming all around,
Our hearts beating to the sound,
Of the pulse of the makers heart,
This world was his flawless art.
And though it has been corrupted,
His blessings have not been interrupted.
Life is good, life is great,
And the reason we must bear this weight,
Is to become strong,
That we might help right wrong.
And help those we love,
Our fellow children of father above.