The future is a scary thing. It's unpredictable in every way imaginable. You can try and guess what will happen, but there are never any assurances.

I heard once that courage and fear are just how you react in the face of danger, will you allow what's facing you to overcome you? Or will you be the one standing on top when the dust settles

Every young person wants to have a successful life. They all have wants and needs, for me that's a lot of stuff


Most importantly to me is that I someday meet the girl that's special to me, someone who can support me through anything, someone that I can support through anything, my best friend and girl of my dreams, maybe I've already met her... maybe I haven't. I won't know until I finally marry her and give a sigh of relief that someone truly loves me

I also want kids eventually, I don't know how many, and I don't care if its a boy or a girl, but someone I can pass on what I've learned in life, I can see the succeed and fail and help and support them it all

I want a good job, I want to go to college and get a degree, I struggle now but maybe there's a me out there that doesn't

I want to grow old with my wife, raise a child with pride and happiness, I want to get paid doing what I love, but who knows if that'll all happen.

Maybe I'll just never be able to find that special someone..

Maybe I won't ever have kids of my own with the woman I love,


Maybe I'll just barely graduate high school, because I'm not all that smart


Well. That got depressing fast didn't it. The point is you don't need to worry my friends, life goes by at different paces for different people. Be someone who makes every second count

I'm an open book, but there's just a slight problem.

I'm an open book with some pages torn out

I'm a library book that few check out, and fewer take care of.

I will overcome this.

You will overcome that.

I believe in you.

Can you believe in me?

The ping of the notification

the pop up of the phone ring

Every sound

Every sight

A distraction

The strength taken just to focus

Distracted by this, that, you...

I wish I could sing the songs I relate to as well as the artists that wrote them

I wish I had the rhythm and the tone to handle the notes

I wish I was able to write music, play it on an instrument for all to hear,

Hear my sorrows, joys, all the aspects of my life

What if I truly didn't have any control over what I do

What if I'm just watching a movie set in the first person about a guy who thinks he can do what he probably shouldn't even attempt

That'd be nice, moving the ***** up to different shoulders.


But only mine would be willing to carry that burden

This is not me being stubborn

This is me not letting go of you

This is me not giving up on my dreams of there being an us.

This is me nervous

This is me worried

This is not me as when I am broken

For my if I can make my heart as strong as my will

I'll hold on to this until the bitter or sweet end

Does time really have the healing power so many say it does?

Does it make scars fade away?

Does it make the most heinous of crimes forgiveable?

Will it help me forgive and forget?

I just want to move on from this

I've had enough tears for a while now.

I once said I was like an open book with a few pages torn out,

I still have those pages

I'm just hesitant about putting them back

I'm worried they'll be ripped out again

Leaving nothing but shreds.



but... I hope you'll read my book and encourage me to keep adding page after page

I wish life
were as simple
as this poem
Short
and
sweet