The Whoa Poem by Ms. Anika Martinez

The Whoa



There have been many roads in my life.
All lead to dead ends.
Filled with weeds and dead dreams.

Until one day I was sent to a place called the WHO-A.
I fought the process.
Until this bulldozer came through and created a path
Off road for me to walk through.

I then was able to see ahead a future.
I was able to deal with the pass.
I was told to stay in the present.
So I stayed focus on the ground in front of me.

With that, idea occurred to me,
Build your own road!

That is the day, the dreams I had, long ago thought dead.
Appeared in full color with life breathing from them.

I no longer looked for roads are paths built by others.
I started setting my own foundation for highways and byways for my self.

Once the tools were given to me, I dreamed of new dreams.

A recreated life was in the making.
I am heading home now, to build
A new structure for the family
I left behind long ago.

With hope and faith that his will, will guide me to new brighter life,

Made in HIS image, and not mine.

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