rentao_15
14th Mar '08 Fri, 21:51
I'll Smile
My birth into a strange land,
Ever’thing looking strange and fearful,
Many giants grinning wickedly,
Poking me with oversized fingers,
All eyes on me, speaking of doom:
“We’ll see what’ll become of you.”
I cried.
Bruises and blood on the right knee,
Profits of a friendly football match;
Strokes and strokes on my bare back,
Profits of thinking like an adult:
Sharp salt on my smarting injury.
I cried.
Grades less than my potential,
Pursuing a career, void of zeal;
My future looking so bleak and obscure,
Knowing I’m much better than this:
Pre-requisites of an impending doom.
I cried.
Loss of audience and many followers,
Aftermath of a courtship turned sour,
Gripped, distressed and torn apart,
Sentenced even without a hearing,
Why wouldn’t people simply understand?
I cried.
But I’ve learnt lessons from all these,
You are not the mistakes you’ve made,
The beginning is not the end,
What counts is God’s perspective of you:
A world of possibilities.
I’ll smile.
- de_destined -
My birth into a strange land,
Ever’thing looking strange and fearful,
Many giants grinning wickedly,
Poking me with oversized fingers,
All eyes on me, speaking of doom:
“We’ll see what’ll become of you.”
I cried.
Bruises and blood on the right knee,
Profits of a friendly football match;
Strokes and strokes on my bare back,
Profits of thinking like an adult:
Sharp salt on my smarting injury.
I cried.
Grades less than my potential,
Pursuing a career, void of zeal;
My future looking so bleak and obscure,
Knowing I’m much better than this:
Pre-requisites of an impending doom.
I cried.
Loss of audience and many followers,
Aftermath of a courtship turned sour,
Gripped, distressed and torn apart,
Sentenced even without a hearing,
Why wouldn’t people simply understand?
I cried.
But I’ve learnt lessons from all these,
You are not the mistakes you’ve made,
The beginning is not the end,
What counts is God’s perspective of you:
A world of possibilities.
I’ll smile.
- de_destined -