Rope of Hope

 

Once in the midst of glory, I stood,

My feet on high, I felt so good,

But now I'm back where I began,

In the middle of the dumb yard land.

Envy and jealousy, they surround,

My small feats make them astound,

Praises come, but not from true hearts,

Just people waiting for my growth to start.

A long-lost friend sends praises blue,

But my struggles and solitude they never knew,

The love I crave, a soul I seek,

A heart I protect, it's always bleak.

Motivational quotes have no effect,

My face always seems to reflect,

The gloom inside that's hard to hide,

A fake smile put on to impress, to abide.

Success in life has been delayed,

The reasons why, I'm not appraised,

Weak in communication or talent or look,

The mysteries of life, I cannot book.

Yet the walls of my room, they speak,

Stories of a young man, who's not weak,

Living a life full of failures and trials,

Holding onto the rope of hope with a smile.

Dreams I have, ambitions in sight,

A better life, a brighter light,

A soul to lean on when I'm low,

Faith in me, when I'm in a mess, to show.

What should I do, I never understood,

My failures from childhood, my traumas that stood,

Slowly healing, but the scars remain,

Painful reminders that cause me much pain.

Building a better life and following my passion,

Sometimes feels like cutting hands made of blaze, in fashion,

Love not reciprocated, self-esteem takes a hit,

No rewards for hard work, feels like a misfit.

What's the use of getting a small reward,

When there's no interest, it's just ignored,

But still, I hold onto my dreams,

And keep the rope of hope within my seams.