I Made An Effort

I had really tried to make an effort To talk about the great unknown To explain some of the mysteries of my life To venture beyond my mind's place of home. I had tried hard to do my very best To communicate an explainable thought To write something with some meaning A poem of words is what I'd wrought. But after you had read my words You seem to think of me as shallow You seem to think of me as someone else Whose thinking is very narrow. Nothing beyond the tangible You seem to think of me as uneducated as a lark Completely communicating nothing of worth That I'd really missed my mark. But who is the real loser here Is it you or is it I Is it I who tried to make an effort Or is it you for criticizing me for my concerted try. You, who chose to put my efforts down To push them all aside To put yourself on a higher plain A plain where only 'real' poets reside. I think myself the winner For it is I who have truly grown I have gone outside and beyond myself I have ventured into the deep unknown. And if I did truly miss my mark If I truly tried and failed I am sure my God will understand My sincerest efforts to him are known. *This poem is dedicated to all of those who try to write anything and whose efforts would be cut down by those who do not care about the sincerity of their efforts. (January 8, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,