I want to tell the truth I am incomplete.
Empty hands without dreams.
Stars without gas to shine.
I am nothing to a world with hundreds of somebody's.
But while my rock tossed into the ocean only causes a little ripple I am still giving a push to the waves no matter how small it may seem.
At least I am trying to set the world ablaze because I could be doing nothing.
The hands may be empty but look closely they are covered in scars showing they have been put to use.
So now my rock may only have a ripple but one day my rock will be a boulder changing the tide.
The world wasn't built overnight but in increments and over days until every street was paved and every city was built.
So I am doing the same.
Right now I am just beginning to build my world,
one day the ripple effect will be seen.
Even the smallest of touch on the surface can start new beginnings and grow into big things.
Like my dad said "Rome wasn't built in a night."
"Be the ripple to the waves it will make a difference one day."
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Trio Of Words
PoesíaPoetry from the corner of my little world. Another freestyle poetry book. "You finally saw that I was a puzzle piece that wasn't complete, but aren't we all when our emotions fall?" "So these are all things that keep playing back to me in poetry. A...
