This is probably one of the most ironic poems I have ever… Ok, maybe I can’t say that. Apparently, I often write poems full of warnings to myself, which ends up creating interesting paradoxes. Next week, I’ll share a poem about creating envy in others, which I wrote at a time when I expected to do just that with my poems. That’s the kind of thing I do with poetry.
This poem is like that as well. It’s a warning to myself, because I had just discovered a new talent, and I feared I was getting a little ahead of myself. It’s the second poem I ever wrote, and bears the marks of a poet who really didn’t know what she was doing yet, but it holds a special place in my heart because unlike my previous attempt, I managed to say what I was actually thinking, rather than creating so much misdirection that even I occasionally forget what that first poem was about.
This poem goes by the name “Pride” in some places, and “The Predictable Fate” in others. I like them equally, so I chose to entitle this post with one name, but have affixed the other below. That’s probably the most confusing thing about this poem, so I hope you get a kick out of the rest.
The Predictable Fate
Sometimes I think I’m someone
But a time must come
When I realize I’m not
Never mind what I thought
The tales I told so tall
Will start to crumble and fall
And I will tumble
For I am humbled
I’ll lie in the dust
For collapse I must
This is what happens to the great
It is the only predictable fate
Still, in time I may rise
Just to reach for the prize
Not to gain my pride
But to glory him who died
I will pursue his way
I will praise his name
This is what happens to the meek
It is what the wise ever seek
Very good!
Thanks! It was fun to write, and it was fun to reminisce XD
I added this article to my favorites and plan to return to digest more soon. Its easy to read and understand as well as intelligent. I truly enjoyed my first read through of this article.
Thanks for enjoying my post! Thank you especially for taking the time to digest and process the things I’ve written. That is a far better way of confirming that it’s meaningful, than simply saying “I liked it” or “It’s deep”, and it means a lot to me. May it be that you find all my work similarly engaging.
With grins,