Make My Own Fate (poem)

Make My Own Fate

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.


Thanks,
blend57

a reply to: blend57

Perfect.
Thank you.
As always...

a reply to: blend57

Just an observation, the image reflects prostitution and or sex trafficking; eithor of those have anything to do w/your poem, and or your state of being/past?

a reply to: blend57

I love this.

a reply to: blend57

Wonderful as always! Keep up the good work! Words paint pictures with the soul.

originally posted by: ReadLeader
a reply to: blend57

Just an observation, the image reflects prostitution and or sex trafficking; eithor of those have anything to do w/your poem, and or your state of being/past?

You're kidding right?

a reply to: Night Star

Ughhhmmm no, the image comes back as such. Authentic question.

a reply to: ReadLeader

I didn't know that prostitutes worked 9 to 5. LOL

Poems are interesting though in that they can be interpreted differently by different people.

I saw it as her getting away from the rat race, breaking that chains that bind her and finding courage and strength to be her own person and find her happiness.

a reply to: Night Star

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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