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I couldn’t really think of a title for this poem, but it talks about standing up and moving on.
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What am I waiting for?
I have to stand up for more.
Brush the dirt off myself,
I have to break out of this shell.
Stepping off of this ledge,
onto what lies ahead.
Blinded by the light.
Seeing beyond my sight.
What is beind this hidden wall?
Another child heeding this call?
Listen now and listen hard,
Think before you play the wrong card.
Guessing is a part of life,
whether it ends up right.
The lesson learned the hard way,
is better than learning in no way.
Reach for what seems far away.
Try to move on from where you can’t stay.
You never know what lies in front,
Until you are nearly done.
