More TO COME ✍ ✍ Growth

Do we ever grow? Do our dreams and hopes come to a standstill? Is hope what make us to go on and not give up?

These questions always occupy my thoughts and feelings. I wrote "GROWTH" on 11- 22- 95. Many years have passed since then; and I still ask those questions. This is a published poem and I received an award for it. Meanwhile my hair had turned gray.

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"I have been a prisoner of my pride!

And a prisoner of what people decide!

And what they say, whom they side?

And I don't know when I put these aside!

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If a day comes that I'm strong and brave,

I can free me of my body's cave.

Then I rescue me from jail keeper's grave;

Which is myself in a cage of rave!

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I often feel a growth, a break.

My wondrous soul and I fight the ache.

I never know what I want, I shake;

Frightened of my ambiance, I quake.

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But they all say I am a fighter like a blaze;

I'm tired of listening, so I amaze;

Then I speak and loudly raise

My voice to break the shell, the vase.

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Is it too late for me to grow?

I've seem many crises and woe!

But will I take the growth and new show?

Yes, I will, just to see the rainbow!"

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I said "I will to see the rainbow", but instead I've seen only woe!