ENTRY #8: Poetry

Hey guys, welcome baack :) 

Do you ever think about how insane reading is? I mean like really think about it. Our brains scan these symbols and it allows us to imagine people and places that make us feel things, crazy right? I love it. I absolutely love it. I'm a pretty good writer myself, not the best, but not the worst either. I'm definitely more of a reader than a writer, but I feel like the two go hand-in-hand, you know? I wrote a poem my senior year of high-school, but the only person who read it was my teacher, so I though I'd share it here as well because why not? 

Count It All Joy

Count it all joy through your trials and tribulations

Face them with patience

Build your endurance

 

Let your courage pull you through em’ with prudence 

The powers undisputed, refute it
Take it apart, analyze it, prove it

It’s written untampered with 

Supreme in wisdom arithmetic

How do I know and bear this witness?
What entitles me to spit this?
Could it be that I was the downtrodden, lost, considered shiftless? Now I’m lifted
Re-invented
I’m the potter, I’m the clay
I'm the maker, I’m the made
I’m the master, was the slave

“Count it all joy” is what it taught me on the day-to-day 

Just what that meant I could not say

But now I know emphatically
Inherently, there’s a blessing inside of agony

A win in every losing streak

A yes in every no you meet

 

It’s shaping me
Equipping me with a helmet, sword, and shield
Providing me technology and a breastplate made of steel
I’ve got the time; do you know the time and the hour of the day? 

It’s 11:59 and soon this all shall pass away

 

Count it all joy

When your back is against the wall
It’s seems you’ve fallen, not to rise again

Only then, will the efforts that came against you - assist your win

And you’ll ascend like a Phoenix bird who’s been born again
In the midst of the fire
All praise is due to you who permitted this

Distinguish me
Set me apart from those whose hearts are sealed
Deliver me from that number where the truth won’t be revered
And don’t conceal on the inside of me defects, flaws, and blemishes 

Expose and manifest my fears
Audit me until I’m cleared

I was the deaf, I was the lame, I was the blind, the dead
Then I heard what was said and Lazerus was resurrected
Naysayers intercepted, living waters interjected - no longer ill-affected 

Got the message; time to spread it

Put it in your art, put it in your books, put it in your raps and poems 

Write it in your speech, wear it on your clothes
Sing truth in all your songs

Sound the alarm, it’s time to rise and shine, get out of bed 

And out the state of mind that rendered you incompetent

Count it all joy.

I love that poem. It's one of the best things I've ever wrote. If I had more time, I would write more. But lately it seems like all I do is write essays, watch videos, submit assignments, and complete quizzes. I kind of miss my life before college. Of course high-school was a lot of work too, but I still had time to read and write what I wanted, and not just what was assigned to me, you know? 

Anyways, that's all I got today, I don't wanna make this too long. Until next time; byeeeee :)