Graduation Day

May 7, 2016

We say we’re ready, but can that be really be measured? Remain steady. Pray. Love. Have faith. That’s what the preacher says. That’s what my teachers say. It’s graduation day, and I have 19 minutes to be ready. All these past memories are starting to give me a headache. I’ve always wanted to inspire, but sometimes my desires seem get in the way. I’m tired, but I decide to write. I feel like until I actually do something, I’d rather just stay out of sight. My aspirations actually scare me. Thinking, “will these be things I can ever achieve?” Will I ever be ready? Will my emotions ever remain steady? Will these girls ever reciprocate the feeling? Now the pain starts to creep in. Pain won’t break me. Pain is not going to take me, but it never seems to forsake me. Rationality please fall on me…so my emotions don’t puppet me. And I’d love for her feelings to covet me. I’d also love to heal my mothers knee. That’s probably why I’m aiming for physiatry. I’m always brawling with my intensity, and I’m always wishing for a chiller me. I’m always thinking about a better me. God heal me. I think back to the times when I was a little me. My struggles were in the little league, but time always seems to breed complexity. As of late, time has been catching up to me. Does the issue lie with her or does it lie with me? My mind’s been running; tell it to slow down on the grips. Slow down with those hips. All I want is wisdom. All I want to do is make the right decisions. Let me get the template because it’s the tears that I hate. If I’m going to get stronger it’s something I should embrace. My only plan now is to chase my opportunity….