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Self Fulfilling Prophecy
A mind is a terrible thing to waste
It is also toxic if used excessively
An endless onslaught of negativity
Pelting the brain cells like heavy rain
Hypnotizing the body into submission
Thoughts are no longer pleasant
Transformed into tools of self defeat
It is not difficult to surrender to life
When the battle is already lost in your mind
Knockout Punch
I hear the cheers and jeers of the crowd
Becoming more excited with each punch
Awaiting my fall
Punch after punch connects with ferocity
Appearing to be defenseless
I fall against the ropes
Gasping for air
Attempting to lessen the blows
I protect my body from harm
Useless actions
Having sustained damage
The fighter looks confused
Wondering in his mind why I haven't fallen
I laugh in my comfortable position
My body may bruise
My emotions may be inflicted with pain
But the soul of me will never fall
Let any contenders take their shot
I will stand
Watching from my front row seat
I join the cheers of the crowd
Knock him out!
Knock him out!
I smile because there will never be a knockout punch
Training Wheels
Safely secure
The assurance that danger is diverted
Falling is nearly impossible
Confidently peddling at rapid speed
Laughing and enjoying every minute
Turning the handlebars
Steering in varying directions
The training wheels create a dilemma
Causing a false sense of control
Never fully being free
The training wheels offer support
The lack of them grant freedom
Emancipation
Only two options
Take control and ride
Or fail to take control and fall
But for once a decision was made
Without the safety of training wheels
For security
Windows
Limitless possibilities for some
Stretching far into the horizon
Viewing life from a window
With no obstructions
Bathed in warm light
From the outside rays
Lighting the path
I wish that could be me
Where I sit, light rarely resides
My window has no beautiful view
For it has been enclosed
No view to the outside worlds
How can I strive for something better
Blind to the future
No knowledge of a better tomorrow
I could sit and wait for enlightenment
That may never come
I could choose to light my own path
Breakthrough my wall
Let light into my space
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