A big thank you to Fandango for hosting this challenge.
“Everyone would leave me,” my worries grow,
What others think is something I shall never know,
A let-down? Burden? Distraction? Worry?
No, I ain’t certain, yet I say ‘sorry’,
Until you come up to me and with a smile,
Say, “Just close your eyes, a little while,
Some things are,
The way they are,
And it hurts that you can’t change ’em,
Things are mess at times ‘n you can’t arrange em,
But if there’s three reasons to give up,
I’m give you hundred reasons to stay,
You’ve come a long, long way
Till now, and you’ve a long, long way to go,
You’ll manage somehow, you’ll outgrow
All your worries to be the you wanna be.”
You look at me
And say, “I needn’t eludicate
That you’re life’s a blank slate,
And what you write comes true:
So stop thinking what others’ thinking,
And just be you!”
This poem is written in the point of view of this boy who calls himself Zya. What do you think of him? And thank you so much for reading.
Den of Dreams 