They’re all marching
Arm in arm
Everyone smiling
Pearly whites showing
Cameras flashing
He waits, excitedly shivering
Looking like Prince Charming
Or a knight in armor shining
His eyes, they seem like dancing
In the altar I arrive
He smiles as we wait for his bride
And I wonder
Would I look wonderful in white?
They ask
And I questioned myself.
I wondered what’s wrong with me
I wondered what others may have that I don’t
I wondered
Had self doubt
Felt lonely
I wanted to get away from everyone
I felt ridiculed
I was hurt
They question me…
I sometimes sit and just wonder
What became of us
We might not have found each other
Or we may have but made too little fuss.
I wonder if you wonder if I exist, if there is really a “destiny”
And if you do what could have been, had I chosen you
I wonder what you’d share to me
I wonder about your story
I wonder if your wondering why we haven’t or never met
Speechless,
In awe,
Transfixed,
Hypnotized,
Fascinated and mesmerized by the beauty so wonderful.
No matter how many times I see the sunrise, I feel I am always in a trance.
Why is it that I wonder what I feel I could be?
To do what I love and maybe love what I do
To be able to do what some are able to
To work buy don’t feelit as work
To pursue what I feel fits me truly
In this world of practicality
I wonder what might have been
Or what could be
If I do what I truly want
I look up to the sky
Wondering if I could ever be
What I wanted
What I dreamed of
Or will I be one of the wonderers
Always thinking
Always dreaming of what could be
A mind at peace
And the world too
Natural wonders and beauty
Everlasting calmness
The sun rises and sets with always a new light!
Oh wouldn’t it be great if it were?
And I wonder
Sometimes I ask
Am I where I’m supposed to be?
And then I look at what I have
And I realize, I am
I have more than I asked for
It’s a matter of perspective
Seeing life as a glass half full
Or half empty
Or just seeing the glass itself
….ever say a word
Ever say if there is something
Something that you’re feeling
Feeling anything special
Special, am I?
I don’t want to overthink
Think too much
Much to think about
And so, I wait for the faithful day
I grow tired too
Being strong all the time can have its brink
Like you, I too feel blue
I’m not all super like you think
I can be weak you know
The weight can be too much sometimes
Even though I refuse to let it show
Because getting exhausted seems such a crime
I’m not all of what you think I am
For even with this strength,
I’m allowed to get tired too, am I not?
Feel My Words
An Ember for Thought
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Dear Reader, I am here to give you a little taste of poetry with some water on the side. When you come on my blog that's all that you will taste is Poetry. Not the type of poetry where it doesn't have a meaning. The type of poetry where you will be inspired, uplifted and you will have a different mindset once you leave this site. You might even come to get a taste of this poetry again. Don't be afraid to let your kids read this blog. My poetry is for and to help the youth. Bring them along with you. You both are scrolling down your phone or on the computer anyway. Let's have fun and get a taste of some poetry. I promise this type of poetry tastes delicious. Grab a plate and a fork and I'll feed you. ENJOY!!!!
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
