My Journey, My Legend Poem by andrue finley

My Journey, My Legend



Your bad, go home, loser, fag
These were the words that made me sad. 
Your stupid, weird, your very unclear
I hear them every day, every month, every year.
Who wants you, your ugly, go kill yourself someday

I actually wanted to, I considered it and found the knife to my throat. Tears crashing on the floor, air not there anymore. 

I almost died that day. For those who never cared. For those who thought it was ok. For those who always starred. For those I thought that loved me but never did anyway. For those who made it a mission to snuff me out like a flame. All just for the pain to go away. 

I almost died that day. But I will never be that way ever again. 

I am great, my words are immaculate 

My concern for this world brought me back again. 

To be a beacon of light for those who want to follow me 

And 

For those who need to understand 

That 

When time fades away and the darkness begins wither in, to stay. 

That a light can burn it all away, make you want to see the day 

When 

Your happy and proud to finally yourself. 

I am a poet for now, book writer tomorrow, designer for the future, a hero for life, and a legend for all time, and my children will see their father always shine. 

So my journey isn't over. but the legend begins. 

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I've been through a lot and I still am to this day. And as sad as it may seem and how hopeless I do see it as well I have a mission. To reach out to this world and show it the true meaning of love and life. The way we should all be treating each other. We all dont seem to take account the things we say to each other and how it could seriously impact. We never care to ask, no one did for me, but as I learned about life and love, as my darkest moment clinched me I thought about how my thoughts and generous actions are just going to be wasted like that cause im never understood or loved like how i see how everyone else is, but I'm not meant to be loved, as stanfe as it is I am meant to love unconditionally. When I was moments away from wiping myself out this world I just imagined the whole world crying out for help like I was. And the billions of faces I saw rushed in my mind in seconds.i felt everything, just a surge of feelings, this is where I believed I connected with the world. So it wasn't me that wanted to live but the world did. Many people before me had this mission as well but times back then were limited but as I am entering this new age of technology, of thinking, i feel like it can be done now. So wish me luck and live.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Captain Cur 17 July 2012

A survivor you are and for good reason. Keep writing. There are a lot of good writers and kind people on this site. They even embrace this onery old pirate.

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