Being unemployed, I try to find a job, just any job;
but my mind keeps going back to that thing.
The thing that's really on my heart to do.
When I lie down to go to sleep
I try to clear my mind and not think;
but my mind keep thinking about that thing,
the thing that I'm passionate about.
I said, 'I'm not going to write anymore; '
because I keep making errors, not getting it just perfect.
But the words keep coming to my mind,
and I have to transfer them onto paper.
When I think, 'I'll just live a mediocre life,
just exist from day-to-day.'
That thing deep down inside of me,
keep rising up saying;
God made you to be more than this.
I keep telling that thing;
I have a lot to do that keeps me busy;
The washing, ironing, cooking, cleaning,
helping with homework, volunteer work…
But I can't stop thinking about that thing.
The strong; thrive, always survive, conquerors and wins.
I wonder which one will win?
The existing flesh side of me,
or that thing?
Copyright © 2012 -Phyllis Strong
I do like this poem and I can most certainly relate...Excellent.....
Luo, Yes you may translate this poem for others to read it. I tried to translate some of my poems and Quotations on my computer, but I couldn’t figure out how to do it. Have a bless day.
This is a sweet poem. I like it! And I would like to translate this poem into Chinese. Can I?
That deep question of living, it just keeps on keeping on... Very good poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey man I have always thought that of myself too. But I never ever let it stop me from writing. I make time for it. I still hold down a steady job. For I have still make ends meat. As long you understand that you doing alright.