I had really tried to make an effort
To talk about the great unknown
To explain some of the mysteries of my life
To venture beyond my mind's place of home.
I had tried hard to do my very best
To communicate an explainable thought
To write something with some meaning
A poem of words is what I'd wrought.
But after you had read my words
You seem to think of me as shallow
You seem to think of me as someone
Whose thinking is very narrow.
Nothing beyond the tangible
You seem to think of me uneducated as a lark
Completely communicating nothing of worth
That I'd really missed my mark.
But who is the real loser here
Is it you or is it I
Is is I who tried to make an effort
Or is it you for criticizing me for my concerted try.
You, who chose to put my efforts down
To push them all aside
To put yourself on a higher plain
A plain where only 'real' poets reside.
I think myself the winner
For it is I who have truly grown
I have gone outside and beyond myself
I have ventured into the deep unknown.
And if I did truly miss my mark
If I truly tried and failed
I'm sure my God will understand
My sincerest efforts to him are known.
*This poem is dedicated to all of those who try to write anything and whose efforts would be cut down by those who do not care about the sincerity of their efforts.
(January 8,2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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