Life is hard by design. 

Thrown together like a daub painting, life is short of grace. The innocent are plundered of all the means they had to reach their destiny. Left with no chance, it’s clear the only solution is to venture further into the depths of the unknown. 

I am a fool. I was born, made to live, at whose behest? I’ve been trained to heel to all who have the illusion they are above me. 

The agony one can endure from the ones they’ve trusted to love them is far greater than the strength they’ll have to reverse the damage. Being taught you come last to a false totem is hard to unlearn. 

What makes God a god? 

Taking back a life you’ve barely known, one of freedom and happiness, is like jumping into a lake not knowing how to swim. What’s right and what’s wrong? There’s no filter for the good and the bad.

 I’ve made a stand determined to prevail. I’ve stumbled upon a crystalline purpose demanding to be fulfilled. 

I’ve scanned my ticket to ascend into greatness. In my future there’s a rasp of a revelation, a means to thrive. 

There’s no such thing as the perfect timing. 

A surge of inspiration. I’m doing my best.  I’m trying my hardest.

A song that is sung with an echoing cadence.

I’m trying. I’m trying. I’m trying.


I’m a junior in high school and I have a passion for writing poetry! Poetry has always been my chosen form of release when it comes to the things that happen in life. I’m excited to share this piece with you all.