Let us take our minds on a stroll
To the times we first began to tuck and roll
Our motor coordination skill then began to go under our control
Then we decided to stand up - the joy on their faces indeed made us whole
Then comes the arms stretched out and the distance wide
The smile comforting; encouraging us to stride
First step, I wobble. Just like my choices I wasn't sure I'll decide
Second step, I don't fumble. The goal ahead then gives me pride
Next step, I stumble. Weeping seems to seep up and the eyes wish to cry.
But my goals look down at me
Get up! Stand up! Come on; it's your own right!
Muscles get back in the hustle, discouragement tries to bite
"You can't make it; no you won't get it right."
"You won't be accepted, you can't be loved. You won't make it someday, you won't make it up above."
But yet I keep moving
My goal hidden in plain sight
God bless my struggle
Walking alone in Gotham on this dark night
Walking, striding, sweating, panting
Stumbling, standing, following hard after, advancing
Remembering and imagining my first steps
Motivating me to take the next
Holding my hand, going forward
Let my next step be the best.
©#BrothermanKNAN...............🖊
Thank you Monsieur Dumas-fils! Really a lot coming from a person like you; I usually like the rhyming scheme type of poetry and not free verse as I grew up with your typical traditional poems so free verse is a bit alien but not impossible for me. Thank you
Last line was very very good. Along with the good you are as a writer, and with high imagination which seems to fall so giftedly on your words, the story delivery might have been smoother as paragraph prose; as a storyline. I see you have what it takes to do both forms, but which would you find easier, faster, and give you more venue to push your scenes through with your very good and driving writing muster.