Poem -

Jump or Fall

Self growth is necessary and
most times painful. Those who chose to rise are the true soldiers. The
ones that fall are wasted talent. The grave yard is full of people
with wasted talent, the ones who may have lost their self in the middle
of life's complications, to weak to bring their head above water. It is
not about making a mark in this world, it is about leaving an imprint,
foot steps to follow for the broken or the weak. In the end I believe
one needs to look back at their life with dignity and pride and most of
all with little regret. Change almost always comes with discomfort, it
is the one's that push through the fear of the unknown that truly see
the light. We need to strive for our innocence to be maintained, an make
sure we have maintained our souls and led it to a place of true self
worth and growth. For we all hold potential, some are just so blinded by
their own negative voices in their head that they stand in their own
way. If you have wasted gods gifts he bestowed upon you because of your
fear to succeed or even the fear to fail, then you too will someday be
in the graveyard with many others that talked themselves out of their
true potential. Life is too short to spend, trying to change others,
when some have made the depression to fall before they even tried to
climb. Accepting who you are is one thing, but rejecting who you could
be is worse. Don't ever underestimateĀ the power of effort, for it will
take you a long way. Even beyond your dreams.Ā 

Written by

Amber Broide

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