MY NEED FOR ELEVATION
JUNE 23, 2002
(Words of an unsure person at his down point)
More often than not I would feel mighty low
I become lost and not know which way to go
No matter how long I search left and right
A clear answer is not found in reachable sight
Answers to questions that I frequently ask
Wondering the reasons for preserving a mask
A mask of a character that is filled with bliss
While real happiness is what I truly miss
Delight isn't fully discovered much to my dismay
Despite much laughter, fun, and nice things to say
While it is never witnessed that I feel much grief
Any kind of joy I would experience is all too brief
I strike myself down when things come up short
Can rarely find reasons to lift myself of any sort
Doubting that full contentment can truly be mine
I hardly have encouragement so that I can shine
I must be elevated
I cannot try with all my might
I need to be elevated
I wish any aspiration will come into light
There is a need to find motivation
To gain strength and inspiration
It has become much of a revelation
I undeniably need some elevation
I must rise above the depths of sorrow
And look toward a better tomorrow
However, as easy as that may seem
To me, it appears more like a dream
A dream to conquer all forces in my way
The power to stand tall and accomplish what I may
I know it is up to me to find the potential within
I can only emerge from whatever confusion I am in
But truth be told, I am not confident enough
In order to reach high I must remain tough
I try to execute without much expectation
In order to not generate any complication
Without the assurance that tells me I can achieve
Anything less than that is all I can believe
I need to hold on and I have to stay strong
And only in that way I can rise before long
I must be elevated
I should raise myself with all my might
I need to be elevated
So that I am able to reach any height
I have to discover my motivation
To increase strength and inspiration
It should become my aspiration
In order to obtain my elevation
The elevation that can guarantee
That I can become truly happy
The elevation that can let me know
That above is the only way to go
The elevation that goes the extra mile
So that anything I can do brings a smile
The elevation that will allow me to be
Totally satisfied with the person that is me
That satisfaction is my ultimate destination
And I can only receive it through my elevation
Can I rise above?
Will I rise above?
Will I ever get there?
Can I ever get there?
In conclusion, here's a note to self:
If I must question my ability to be elevated
Then chances are, I may never get there...
ADDITIONAL COMMENTARY:
This poem is an expression of myself whenever I feel down. When this occurs, the feeling translates into insecurity. It happens to me often. The words are representative of a cycle: sadness, uncertainty, realization, possible resolution, back to uncertainty, and it starts all over again. To end it all, I just brush it off like it is no big deal. After all, it shouldn't be, right? Well, if it happens so often, then it must be. It was somewhat difficult making this poem because I even though I knew what I wanted to say, I didn't know how to say it. Right now, I'm still not satisfied with it, but I decided to publish it as it is. I don't think more can be added because I'm not really sure if everything is totally indicative of how I really feel. I guess I'll save it for another poem when I'm able to organize my thoughts better. Can you tell that I'm not really a poet?