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Saturday, February 27, 2010


When you’re sitting at the top everyone knows your name
But when you’ve fallen like an angel from glory no one sees your pain
Back, back, forward, forward
Magnify the magnitude of my demise; zoom in like it’s a game being played
Spotlight shining on this stage like that of a Broadway play
The deity is me
I’m the actor playing me but I forgot my lines
A monologue performed depicting my life in a play narrated by one yet directed by everyone
Too many hands spoil the pot
But from many one people I did descended embracing cultures like a melting pot
A little bit of this; a lot of that
Now what you have left after these circumstances through which I strive is me
Something like a mosaic created by the different experiences in life I’ve been made to see
The criticism
The praise
The failures
The trumps
The ups & the downs that now cause these smiles and frowns
But through it all I’m made stronger
Like gold through fire I become refined
Like the obese on a diet my image is being defined
Staring back at me is the boy I use to see, sitting on cloud living thee life he ought to lead
Yet here I stand with my head to the ground; there is no hope because there is simply no one to be found

Poem By: Rorey R. Rose (Poetic Rorey)
Drawing by C.R Dubé of Innovative Motion

1 comment:

  1. We fall down the ladder, lick our wounds, wonder where we went wrong and find the courage to climb again..what does't kill makes stronger