Am I To Be Poem by Theodore Zendarski

Am I To Be

Rating: 3.8


If it's your will, am I to be seen
And if that's so, will anyone look
But it's out of my hands
Please give me a chance
But not as I will

If it's your will, am I to be heard
And if that's so, will anyone listen
But it's out of my hands
Please give me a chance
But not as I will

If it's your will, am I to be touched
And if that's so, will anyone feel
But it's out of my hands
Please give me a chance
But not as I will

If it's your will, am I to be fed
And if that's so, will anyone feed
But it's out of my hands
Please give me a chance
But not as I will

If it's your will, am I to be held
And if that's so, will anyone hold
But it's out of my hands
Please give me a chance
But not as I will

If it's your will, am I to be loved
And if that's so, will you love me
But it's out of my hands
Please give me a chance
But not as I will

If it's your will, am I to be
And if that's so, do you really want me
But it's out of my hands
Please give me a chance
But not as I will

It was her will, and given free
And so long ago, she accepted it to be
But now it's in your hands
Please give me a chance
As Mary did He

Saturday, July 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life,respect
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
One day in 2000 while I was off work to take a medical test I took a short nap. I never remember dreams but that time I did. In the dream I was hovering over a pathway, only a portion of which was visible, and after a bit a person dressed in a robe and sandals came walking along the path and suddenly took a lesser traveled side branch. At that point I woke up. Ever since then I have pondered what the dream meant.

For a few weeks in early 2003 I had an unusual feeling. Then one morning I woke up at 3 a.m. and felt compelled to go to my computer and write something. At that time writing was not my favorite method of communication and definitely not poetry. I never did well in high school poetry. As I sat there the lines just flowed from my fingers to the keyboard while I felt great sorrow and immense joy at the same time. Tears ran down my face while my entire being trembled with excitement. After several hours I had arranged the lines and went to bed exhausted.
This poem gives a voice to the millions of aborted children.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Akachukwu Lekwauwa 20 July 2015

A perfect 10, this poem is well written, good metre...I will still come back to look at this poem closely. Well done!

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