Making my Future my Present
I can see my future
It’s so close
That I can almost grasp it
But yet so far away because it’s getting blocked
Blocked by all the people who say I can’t
By all my insecurities
By my disabilities
Tough sometimes to keep going
But yet I have to rough my way through it
Especially when responsibilities have me in hand cuffs
And everyone throws more junk on me
I can’t dig my way out
It’s so dark
Like a abyss in the ocean
I can find my way to keep trudging on
So I will
And make my future my present
This poem is about:
Me