My Destiny

Why am I here? Why am I in this space?
My body is here, my spirit is not, what is the case?
I look at my surroundings and examine objects closely
As I’m sitting in a confined room that’s warm and toasty
I tell myself I obviously don’t belong here
This is not my destiny, but I know it’s near
These spirits are too comfortable and complacent
My spirit is solely focused on future emplacement
At the same time I need these resources and networking opportunities
So I can build bridges and uplift my community
There’s a goal in mind with a strict timeline
Cadence is key and sometimes I feel crazy like Einstein
Deep down, I know it’s part of the process for me to succeed
I’m just a vessel ready and willing to plant a seed.

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Richard Evans

July 2, 2024 at 6:16 PM

This verse belongs on a plaque at your day job. Great message. Thanks for sharing................peace!

Richard Evans

July 3, 2024 at 3:14 AM

Amen. Been there, done that. Jobs are an "intake" and writing is an "outtake". In order to maintain a sense of balance you need both. Your writing triggered thought in me. Excellent poem.

Shy Brown

July 2, 2024 at 7:22 PM

Thanks Ricky! It's funny you mentioned day job. Believe it or not, I actually wrote this poem on the job. The environment I described in the poem "confined room that's warm and toasty" is very true. I was going through training feeling some type of way, and I pulled out my phone and wrote down what I felt. That poem is what come out. It took be about 5 minutes.