It seems like the end
But it's not even the beginning
Of the glory that's to be bestowed upon you.
Right now I can say all I want
And a thing will never change,
But it's not about holding the pen,
It's about what you write on that page.
We wake up each day to what now becomes a routine,
Where nothing truly changes,
And we aspire to wake up from this dream.
It was supposed to be a temporary fix,
It was never meant to last,
Yet we are still on this ride
Trying to heal from our past.
And as such we create side quests
We create new objectives,
But I would like to debunk those,
And call them deceptives.
We tell ourselves we have to work even if it's not what you love,
Hoping that there comes a day when we get a breakthrough from above.
The breakthrough will come,
But it might not be all we expected,
Sometimes in order to accept,
We must first be rejected.
Yes we may stumble,
Yes we may fall.
We might lose the urge to run or walk
But yet still we crawl.
It might feel like it's over,
It might feel like the end
But the hardest part of ending
Is starting again.
So rise from the ashes,
Rise from that grave they made,
Rise from that situation,
Let them see what you had prayed.
It might be the hardest part,
But starting over guarantees a clean slate.
And from your past experiences,
You'll know what to leave off your plate.

~Tremar Ivey~