This I Believe, This I Am

What I believe is who I am,

On the inside where people discreetly tuck away their internal dilemmas.

From the little, old men stooped and frayed, who wish they had delivered on every adventure,

But instead waited in their cubicles to be given praise over a hard day's work.

Sitting, waiting, wishing.

To the mothers that hoped to be warriors instead, their faces shaded in by the blood of a hard day’s kill.

This is what I believe, you are who you pretend to be.

If what you want is a war, a trophy, a fight, you might want to lay down all of the notions that are in sight.

Anything good worth doing must come from within, otherwise it will be threatened, it will run dry, like a watercolor half finished, half decayed by the sun

If you want something in life please don’t expect to get it.

Expect to sacrifice for it, expect to be outnumbered, at a loss, bearing the weight of the cost

Of your dreams.

You want the world and yet the world doesn’t receive you, mostly because it doesn’t have to.

You want to believe in something?

Realize that change isn’t just necessary it should be adored, chased, consumed.

If you want something to believe in, act like the tiger that lingers in the shade waiting for the exact right moment.

Then pounce, feast, be released.

Do not think for one moment that this life is deserved, do not think that you earned it by being born.

You must prove that you have a place in this world, that your spot can’t be taken.

This is what becomes of those who believe, they often grieve, they often toss around at night wondering how to survive another tomorrow.

Can’t have faith without a little doubt

Can’t have pride without a little sorrow

Can’t have a choice without a risk…

Did you want to be a note forgotten on the page of history?

Written out by your stubborn absence in this world?

Would you rather be a verse written by someone else?

Or would you rather your story be the whole euphonious symphony?

Would you brave it all, bear your wrists if you had to?

If there was no other way to write your story would you take the risk?

To never be forgotten is a dangerous, wonderful plight.

Enemies would run at the gory sight,

The idea that you would rather be you regardless of the cost

You could never be lost.

Never be there one day and gone the next

This life can only be denied if one fails to rise to the momentous occasions.

And there will be many.

Icarus didn’t soar just to be remembered for falling.

This I believe and so should you,

If you have anything in life it is by your choice and this truth,

it can never be stolen, soddened, or ripped away.

It is your life damn it, and if you haven’t built it

Who have you let instead?

A mother, brother, best friend?

I believe, therefore I am.

Can you say the same?