Some people ask “Why me?”
I say “Why not me?”
Why shouldn’t I achieve my dreams?
What is holding me back, really?
If other people can achieve success and happiness,
Why not me?
I am capable of creating opportunities.
I am resourceful and committed.
I am no less deserving or able bodied.
Why not me?
What do I have to lose other than fear?
A day finally came
When something changed in me,
My cup was overflowing
And there was no going back.
I could not sit silent any longer
While great injuries were hurled upon me.
So I stood up,
And refused to be knocked down.
The response was swift and violent,
But I was free-
Free to do as I pleased,
Free from guilt and ridicule,
Free to pursue my dreams,
Free to love myself.
I am not a master of metaphor.
I cannot paint grand illusions with words,
And I have no great wisdom
Of the secrets of the universe,
But I still write.
I write for myself,
To ease my soul and quiet my mind
Because there are words inside me
That are burning to get out.
I write because I can
Because I have a voice,
Because I have things to say,
And things to share.
The Running Thriver 