Growing up, I have always thought differently.
The questions in my head always started with a “why”.
Why is it that certain things happen, in a certain way?
Why is it that we live in this thing called “life” in a certain play?
Why is it that I do not have to worry about cold, or no food on my plate?
Why is it that I do not have to worry about being poor, while others have to sleep outside and leave it up to their “fate”?.
Why have I been gifted with a perfect dad, while others have to deal with their absence and get sad.
Why do I have the perfect mother, or even the perfect brother, while others cannot even find a shoulder to cry on and have to suffer.
All of these thoughts have carved a place in my existence, which makes me wonder whether this is just a phase..
It must be right?
Because, otherwise this would not be a
fair fight
So then, when will my time come to suffer, and when will I be tested?
Will he make me suffer the same?
Or am I just wasting my youth by pondering over the things that cannot
change?
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ZuZu (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
A nicely balanced write well constructed.
You are definitely wasting your youth however, if you believe those 'things' you cite cannot change. Turn your attention outwards and note that things do change, You are in the position to ask how and why. Not easy .Takes time, but can be a very rewarding journey if you become an activist and not wallop around writing poetry at your presumably formative age.
Go well and good luck.
Thank you for your reply- I agree - however my poem is more fixed on things that truly cannot change. Some people are born lucky and others not - everybody struggles differently but how fair is it?
There is nothing fair in this world. Understand that, swallow it and get on with what you have.
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