29. Passion – A Want For More
Nothing much happened this week. Every morning, I went for my dance class. I officially got my first job, this week (genuinely not boasting, just wanted to write this because I was so happy when I found out) I found out that there is something wrong with my shin. I hope nothing severe. I cleaned the two drawers that had all my old notes and journals in. I found so many things that bear no significance now. That’s life, isn’t it? So, as I was going through my stuff, I found so many poems that I had written but I never had the guts to show it to anyone because I never thought they were good enough. But now, I do not care if they’re good enough or not, I thought I’ll post one this week.
So, there is no background story to this poem. I wrote this on the train when I travelled alone for the first time ever. My iPod ran out of charge. There was no phone signal for me to text or call someone. I finished the book I wanted to read on the train. So, I decided to write this poem.
PASSION – A WANT FOR MORE
When life knocks you down you get back up,
Why? Because PASSION.
Because your soul is filled with passion.
Passion to get back on your feet and do it all over again.
Passion is a fire-filled soul,
which will lead you to your goal.
No matter what, you shall be strong,
Strong enough to tell right from wrong,
Strong enough and brave enough to sing your own song.
Passion will give you the courage to be courageous,
and the power to be gracious.
Passion will give you the high that no drug can,
and it’s as cheap as sitting under the sun and getting a tan.
Passion found me and I found passion,
Mainly because I was yearning for it and paying attention.
Passion is so uncommon because people are
ready to settle down and are content with just inexpensive cars.
Where did all the will to grow and flow,
and to enjoy every bit of life, go?
Yes, I find joy in little things, which doesn’t mean,
that I don’t aim for the stars and want to be seen.
Look for passion because it is not always at your door,
Find it, treasure it, don’t lose it, and always, want for more.
Fun fact: I read this poem on my first ever Open Mic event I participated in. I have stage-fright, so I forgot the lines on stage and ended up reading the latter half from the sheet I carried. Hope you liked it. I am open to criticism. Let me know how you feel about my poem. Hope you had a great week. Have a great and productive week ahead.