Trapped in a state of emotional stasis,
I let others tell me, what my fate is.
Too afraid to set out on a path all alone,
Doubting I'd be worthy, all on my own.
I've never been afraid of being rejected,
Did everything I tried, to the utmost perfection,
Strived to satisfy everyone else and it seems,
Somehow doing that, I'd lost all my dreams.
Caught within the doldrums of the nine to five,
Condemned to serve others, so I could survive.
Knew something was missing, just didn't feel right,
Had to be another reason, to be living this life.
I stepped back and watched the daily existence,
Go to work, come home, sleep and repeat this,
No time or energy, to explore anything more,
This can't possibly be, what we're on this Earth for?
I just stopped, stopped doing what they asked of me.
Followed my own road, created my own path, destiny.
Determined if I failed, it would be my decision,
Decided to see, my dreams come to fruition.
Never stopped to look back, just kept rolling along,
Didn't stop to listen, when others said I was wrong.
I knew in my heart, it was the right thing for me,
I was strong, was determined, and I truly believed.
Took awhile for me, to let who I was before go,
Break the habits of all, everything that I've known.
Once I took the first step, the rest came easily,
Now I'm living a life, specially made just for me.
edit on 24-1-2016 by blend57 because: (no reason given)
I read and respect and appreciated the poem, immensely; but after a Google search of the image, I questioned if she was the result of prostitution or
sex trafficking. After all, I assume if it were about footsteps in the sand a different pik would represent; )
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