August 16th – Call Me a Coward

Call Me a Coward

Call me a coward
Please
It’s simpler
It’s what I do
When given the chance
I have no faith in me
But that’s okay
It’s safe
It’s good
Call me a coward

Call me a coward
Please
Believe me
Don’t make me do things
That scare me
So what
If you think I can do it
I don’t
I know best
Call me a coward

Call me a coward
Why won’t you
You push me out of my comfort zone
You give me no choice
I do what you say
No matter how frightening
No matter how dangerous
Because I have no options
But I beg you
Call me a coward

Call me a coward
Thank all that you won’t
Now I see
What I can do
THat maybe I can
Do more than I think
And I’ve got some courage
Somewhere deep inside
I’m so glad you could see it
Now call me a coward

I dare you

August 15th – The Finish Line

The Finish Line

It’s that moment
When you’re convinced
It can’t rain harder
Your feet can’t ache less
Your head can’t pounder harder
Your heart can’t fracture anymore
The bottom just gets lower
Going on is much too painful
Even though you’re so numb
No thoughts enter your mind
But ‘Keep going’
Though you’re not sure
Why you do
So you let your hood down
And let the rain drench you
Pretending your tears
Are just droplets
Just as the finish line
Comes into sight

July 2nd – The Hike

So, yesterday, two great things happened. One: MY BLOG HIT 1,000 HITS!!! Thanks SO much guys–you are all amazing! Two: I went on a fun hike with some friends. Of course, the thing was that it was very muddy and not very fun at times but … well, I’ll just let you read the poem to see what I thought about it!

The Hike

As I’m trudging up the mountainside
I stop and take a breath
Grimacing at my white sneakers
Now caked in black mud
Which, as I look up the path,
Appears all this trail will ever be
Besides a near vertical climb
My group is pushing on without me
Still optimistic and believing
This mountain has a top

It’s hot
I’m thirsty
My water bottle’s empty
My legs are scratched
My shoes are dirty
And my only option
Is to keep trudging through the muck
So I climb and I sigh
And I sigh and I climb
Until, at last, the top is in sight
And I bound up the peak
With a burst of energy
And gasp

There’s not a cloud in the sky
And the sun is shining bright
So one can see for miles and miles
As I sit on the warm rock
And rest my feet
I no longer question
If the hike was worth it