Where Am I? - Poem by Colleen Courtney
How did we get here...from there?
How does life start out so wonderfully
but yet go so incredibly badly?
How do you take a child,
lucky enough to have
a loving family, a seemingly
picture perfect childhood,
and have it go, oh so very wrong.
How does a person who grew up
with virtually everything, end up
with so absolutely little?
Who or what decides how our lives will turn out?
Fate? Destiny? A Higher Power?
Or is it ourselves?
One little white pill...that's all it took.
Did the fickle hand of fate reach out and
hand me that little white pill?
Did the voice of a Higher Power reach down
through the clouds and tell me to open wide
as it dropped that little white pill
on my tongue?
It would be so easy to blame others
for our plight in this world.
To curse others
for our plundering lifestyle.
But as we grow, mature and
day by day, slowly get ourselves well...
Reality comes crashing in.
It bowls us over and slaps us
in the face.
And finally, we awaken.
To a large degree, we really don't decide
how our destinies will unfold.
But to a small degree, we do.
We are responsible for our choices.
It would be nice to push the blame
To say we've been forced into
our lot in life.
But with maturity and growth
comes the courage and ability,
to own up to our powerlessness
So how did I get here?
It all started with a
little white pill.
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