The Sum Of Their Parts Poem by Elizabeth Shield

Indecision
For a moment, makes you think
About occurrences
They may or may not happen
But before that instant, you never would
Have though of them or wished
For them to happen, because if you
Dream of it then, does it count as a wish?

Uncertainty
Counts for a lot in a dangerous moment
But when your are just confused, about
Normal everyday things, or maybe even
Teenage things, what does it matter
If you speak, it doesn't make sense anyway
Important questions are answered, but bluntly
Hacked apart they lie and bleed
But you didn't mean it that way

Questioning
You ask yourself many questions, but
The answers don't come, always
Forced to make decisions prematurely,
Making a mess of things, wondering
If this is what it will always be like, and
Hopefully someday, soon, you'll get a grip
And answer truthfully

Running
From your fears, does not solve the problem
And maybe you know that, but
You still do, because, it seemed easier and better,
At the time, and now you wonder
Surely they wont be able to catch you, you think
And you run away in vain, troubled thoughts
Cloud your judgment further, and
You know this, but ignore it

Age
Is not always an obstacle, sometimes
It could be a tool, wielded to create
The greatest advantage, and often coming
Around, to bite you in the rear, but lucky ones
You cant start over, aging each only once
You hold a one way ticket, and to drop it
Would mean death, though sometimes
You wish it were both ways

Dreams
They are a glimpse of heaven and perfection,
But the answer is not always they, shining in the
Light, your life may take a different road, and
Dreams will lift you up at night, and also bring you
Down in to the darkness of insomnia, when you
Realize that they are irrational or immoral, or un-freaking-reasonable
You see them anyway, against your will, you dream

Words
Sounds of joy and comfort can also hurt
A double-edged sword, giving and taking away
Drawing emotional blood, yet giving life, you
Wield it in great faith; always knowing it would hurt you
Never knowing what day, the day is, that you would trip
And stab yourself, or be stabbed with it
You will learn from the scars, they will fade,
But the pain lasts forever

Friends
Real are always there, but often unknown
Sometimes unidentifiable, you guess at which exist
The friends, who were always at your side, may
Turn out to be imposters, leeching off you,
While real friends go unnoticed, and hidden
You may not find them till the end, or you may
Hate them wrongfully, not knowing,
How they truly are

Life
A constant battle, a worthwhile struggle
And a one-way train trip to heaven, or hell
You wonder if its worth it, but it always is
You are here for a reason, however
Seemingly insignificant it is, you fulfill it, and then
You accomplish your goal, though unknown
You can do great things, witness great things
Be a great person

Love
Always, and forever, never ending
Remember the good times, forget
The bad times, laugh when possible
Cry when necessary, hug them tightly,
Kiss them softly and pray for them daily
Because they will always, ALWAYS, be worth it