Awhile back, someone came to my blog searching for poems about making their mark. I thought that was a fantastic idea, so here is my first one. I may make this a series. Who knows? :)
When I was a girl, I struggled to know what my place was in this big world
I got more questions than answers; my head felt as if it would twirl
What could I do, what could I say
That would leave a mark on the world to stay?
As I got older, I found my way
It was full of twists and turns and even a few stumbles
The good thing was I had found my voice
I didn't even mumble!
I didn't shout nor did I scream
I just did what came naturally
I looked for ways to help those in need
My oh my, how their faces beamed!
So whether you are young or old
Don't tuck this poem away in an old dusty drawer
Let it touch you to the very core
Get our your pen or use your voice. It doesn't matter just be bold!