Ten years from now
I’ll look out
From the porch of my house
And wonder where
The time went.
And as I wonder,
I’ll recall
The things I saw
And the things I did
That made me
Who I was
Because what’s life
Without a little bit of
Reflection.
Ten years from now,
I’ll stop burying
The skeletons in my closet
Because Lord knows
If you keep burying the dead
You’ll just get a bigger
Sinkhole
That will eventually
Swallow you with it.
I’ll stop running
From my past
And at last
Accept the fact
That the parts of me
I gave to others who left,
I’m never going to get back.
That even though I trip
Someone’s going
To pick me up
And bandage my hurt,
Because while sticks and stones
May break my bones,
It’s the lack of words that
Hurts worst.
Ten years from now
I’ll be a mother.
I’ll teach my kids that
Love is patient,
Love is kind,
It does not judge
So they shouldn’t either.
They won’t know
The pain
Of a broken home
Because even if we are broken
We’ll have enough pieces
Between us
To piece us back together.
Ten years from now
I’ll think about progress.
About how the hate stopped
And the love began.
I’ll think about the girl
Who had to hide
Her sexuality
From her friends
And her parents.
Because she was an
Abomination
Rather than beauty
But now she’s
Free
To hold hands with
Her lover
As they walk
Down the street.
And “gay” would stop
Being an insult
And would just be apart
Of reality.
Ten years from now
The world will become
Colorblind
And the whites fade to blacks
And the blacks fade to whites
Because we didn’t
Fight so hard
For the right
Of equality
To have it squandered away
By a hating ideology.
Ten years from now
I won’t be so afraid
Of all the choices
And mistakes
In the past
That I’ve made.
I’ll accept them
And realize
They’ve made me
Who I am today.
And maybe that way
I’ll be able to accept
Myself.
Ten years from now
No one will be afraid
Of the dark
Because we will
Realize
That the monsters
Only have as much power
As we give them.
And we will give them
Nothing.
Ten years from now
Ignorance will dissipate
And in its wake
Will sprout knowledge.
Ten years from now
We’ll put down the guns.
Ten years from now
We’ll know the beauty
The everyone is
Born with.
Ten years from now
We’ll stop taking
Pictures
And instead
Take out mirrors
To reflect
On our mistakes.
Ten years from now,
It’ll be a new day.
Ten years from now
I’ll look out
From the porch of my house
And wonder where
The time went.
And as I wonder,
I’ll recall
The things I saw
And the things I did
That made me
Who I was
Because what’s life
Without a little bit of
Reflection.
The poem is full of optimism and conviction that the world will be a much better place ten years from now than what it is today. Great poem. Thanks, you shared it. I quote a few lines: Ten years from now / Ignorance will dissipate / And in its wake / Will sprout knowledge. /.... Ten years from now / We’ll put down the guns.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hope I am around in your future of ten years from now. Thanks for sharing, Morgan Peace