Success

I was given a task to do two poems for REACH (a ministry reaching out to the Aurora, CO community). I figured after the last three weeks I've had, it's probably best to pull from the Stoker archives. However, I felt a little guilty doing that, so I sat down and wrote one before I headed there. I thought I'd share it with whomever may be passing through. :)

Success

Once told "the sky is the limit"

We watched that story change minute by minute

Endlessly searching for perfect occupation

To acquire a nice car, house, expensive vacation.

Where did the "musts" of society creep in?

Youth never held obligation to give in.

Did desire drown with increasing association?

Keeping up with the Joneses, charging to credit inflation.

Now caught up in societies military-like formation.

It is not just you, it is the entire nation.

Success is not the car or the house,

it is not the bank account, the number of children,

or whether or not you have a spouse.

It is that first glance toward heaven as you open your eyes.

It is setting aside all of societies lies.

It is realizing the passion you had from the start.

It is finishing the race with all of your heart.

It is becoming the hero you knew you would once be.

It is knowing the world doesn't begin and end with me.