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Golden Opportunities not for Me

Poetry By: thatlonelyone
Poetry


There's a path in life for everyone no matter what happens that path is always open for you, but that doesn't mean that someone else can take that path that was meant for you.


Submitted:Jan 19, 2012    Reads: 36    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Out of all the people around me it has to be him. I'm the only one glued to my chair, incapable of doing anything. I sit here every day and watch others fulfill their dreams and I see their lives being carved into stone. I see all those golden grand opportunities in their lives, all within their own stones. Sitting here I wonder why I'll never be on the same level as every one else. I can never see these golden wonders and I'll never be able to shine like all these people that pass me by. I'm starting to feel extremely useless to know that I can't even do something as simple as carving these people's lives and feel their golden moments. But I know if I did this I would cherish it. And then, this one passerby caught my attention. He was generous, kind, nice, everything good about a person. Should I really be talking to him? I know he's just another person with golden opportunities but he's just so perfect! His looks, his personality, his everything, his heart. I've been waiting to find a person with a heart so pure and true and gentle and loving as this. But I just don't think I can accept it. I know if I take it I will never let go, and if I never let go, how will he be able to fulfill his golden moments of life? I know they're waiting for this person to fulfill them. He deserves these moments. But not me... I know I'll never be on this level, so I risk it. I take his perfect soul and in return give him mine. He treats it so well. He does a lot with it, he loves it, and he cares for it like it's a fragile being. But I'm still here... Glued to this chair as he's able to wander away with my soul, leaving his here with me. When will he return? I don't know how much longer I can wait here. All the while I am forced to sit and watch more and more people passing me by, and they do it over and over and over and over and over again doing everything they could ever possibly do in life. I get up. It was hard to free myself from the glue that held me down... Watching everyone pass me by... While I can't even get out of my own chair... I'll never EVER have that chance... So I'll just walk away, never returning to this place of opportunity, knowing where I've been.





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