Sometimes you are just defeated.
Sometimes you can't see the end of the rocky road,
can't even imagine it.
Sometimes it seems everyone else is succeeding,
everyone else is overcoming,
everyone else is moving forward and
you somehow stepped in wet cement
couldn't figure out how to lift your feet and
get out of it
it dried, hard, with you still inside and
there you stand,
no way out,
while everyone you know just runs by.
Some never stopped, they pressed on and made it through
on their own.
Some were ignorant like you and
stepped in that wet cement but
figured out how to
step out before it dried.
Others stayed, just as you did,
cement holding them fast,
until something amazing, something miraculous,
grabbed their hands, pulled,
and broke them free.
With tears flowing down their faces, they ran on,
not understanding why they were helped out but
very grateful that they were.
And as you watched them go,
you whispered gratitude too,
so happy for them and yet, swallowing that lump in your throat,
ashamed at the bit of sorrow and why not me too?, you were feeling.
Time goes on, more pass by and
you stand strong in that cement,
cheering on those who run by,
noticing the beauty surrounding you in
the place you are stuck.
At least there is an oak tree nearby,
offering you shade and a bit of loveliness.
A nest inside brings shades of blue,
jays returning home after their flight for food and
at night the stars shine so brightly they sing.
Yes, typically you make the best,
count your blessings
Sometimes you watch them all walk by,
sometimes the weight of always standing is too much,
sometimes you wonder why not me?,
sometimes you are just defeated.