Michael Bogle

(08/15/1963 / Russellville, Kentucky)

FINALLY I


Finally, I can hold my head up and not look down,
Finally, I can walk without crawling or stumbling,
Finally, I can run and not trip or fall
Finally, I can bring myself to face myself and not cry

Finally, I look and see that all things are bright,
Finally, I look and know that I can be what i need to be,
Finally, I look and wonder, what will become of me,
Finally, I look and seek and venture into that unknown void.

Finally, I will make it a point to struggle,
Finally, I will make it a point to push,
Finally, I will make my mark in the world,
Finally, I will make my mind work for me and not others.

Finally, I see myself moving forward,
Finally, I see myself not going in reverse,
Finally, I see myself not rushing in,
Finally, I see myself not wanting out,
Finally, I see myself pulling and not pushing against myself.

Submitted: Monday, June 30, 2008
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  • Viola Grey (6/30/2008 7:57:00 PM)

    'Finally, I look and seek and venture into that unknown void.'

    on the cusp of a new day we can see for miles and reach for the once unreachable...this is such a hopefull poem..I really enjoyed it. (Report) Reply

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