Poem -

The Stand

The Stand

Why can't I be me so everyone can see, All I hold in is tragedy. 
Not my fault somethings taking hold of me, 
Not my fault no one can see, the real person Inside of me. 
The light went out and filled with doubt, No one ever asked me what it's all about. 
No one ever stopped to wonder why, My troubles blow up right to the sky. 
Sometimes it makes me wish I would die, Getting hard to give it another try,
Getting even harder not to cry. 
This thing inside won't let me win, the  beast within holdin a  grin, 
It pulls you in and leads to sin, can't  let me win with my sufferin.
The denial of my profile won't let me smile. 
Won't let me be me so everyone can see, the real person that's inside of me. 
 Not my fault something taking hold of me, not my fault no one can see, 
The person that I was meant to be. 
The one they threw out and filled with doubt, The one they knew nothing about. 
Now it's time to come and take a stand, Its time I come and take this land, 
To love myself it would be grand, This evil inside it should be banned. 
I know that I can no longer deny, This feeling inside of me I have to try.
To take this stand and make ammend, I know it's now or it is the end, 
I promise I will no longer offend, I know it's now or I lose a friend. 
Now where do my troubles begin, this beast that lead me to sin, 
The one looking at me with a grin. 
The one that made me hate myself , the one that took away all my health. 
Never really stopped to wonder why, this feeling inside I'm gonna make it die,
forgive the blind eye that made me cry. 
It's no longer gonna be a part of me, the day is coming that I will see,  
The darkness inside it has a face, the feelings it caused I will replace. 
No feeling of doubt but only grace, gonna put a great big smile upon my face.
My heart will no longer be filled with hate, I'm gonna clean up everything on my plate. 
Gonna take this frown and shove it down, gonna pound it down into the ground. 
The time has come that I now see, the gift that is inside of me. 
Happiness don't come to those whose wait, this is no longer a debate, 
I'ma he'd out and find my fate, you and me we have a date.   

 

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Justin Bennett

This was when I first began my Journey. At this point I was out to loose my anger 
within I didn't intend for rebirth. But poetry has changed me. I started to write 
and as the words came out, they were words that I needed to hear and apply. 
Its weird but when I started writing they told me what I needed to do. 
Each poem a new step. 
From my awakening my whole life is about to change even more.
Career path and all. 

 

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sparrowsong

Hello Justin...

It's hard to see ourselves completely...

Many people think there's nothing wrong with them that it must be everyone else...

When we come to ourselves completely, we can then realize the areas of change that's necessary to become a better person...

It doesn't happen overnight...

It took time for the mess it takes time to unmess...

Great write!

Great message!

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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Court Clippinger

Hey Justin!
You had me captured from the first word. Your an amazing and talented writer!!
 

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