What lies beyond my frozen path,
lost witih time?
Sitting and looking for
more than what's there
bleak traces of a past forgotten.
M vision has become deferred
with constant chattering noises.
The softness of the mid air out looking
the horizon sends confusion flustering
in the dark.
Which way do I go to meet destiny
be it good or bad; reluctantly following.
My onlooking path has crooked in site.
When will the maze end?:
Is there more than what's there?
It's 1997. I am approximately 15 years old. I'm moody, not having the greatest home life, angsty, and writing terrible poetry like the little jewel above. What do i do? Enter into a poetry contest at school, write 'Beyond' (which included a terrible orange/purple maze coloring), submit it, and...win! W.I.N. To this day, I can't believe I won because there were some much better poems submitted and I knew it. This is why, if you are a creative individual you must never stop creating. Because even in your worst, someone will love it. They will celebrate you and honor you 'Beyond' what you feel is warranted. Never stop making.
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