The Secret Weapon
Life is a battle.
A battle to keep the things you love
A battle to be the person you want
A endless fight…
Don’t ever take things for granted
You have to earn all of your stripes
When I get to heaven, and God pulls out my human design
Who was I supposed to be?
Was I supposed to be blindingly beautiful?
Was I supposed to be the greatest leader of all time?
Maybe even control reality?
Was I supposed to be unstoppable?
A legend? A myth?
Did god leave breadcrumbs and expect me to find my own greatness?
Was my life supposed to be a testament
To what was possible for a human to achieve in a single lifetime?
This life shit is just a Gonzo game after all
Nothing is permanent
Nothing is out to get you
Nothing is real besides your soul
Everything you learned is a lie
In this battlefield of earth, was I supposed to be the secret weapon?
About this poem
This poem is about never doubting yourself. I once heard David Goggins talking about how he doesn't want to disappoint God when he got to heaven and that really hit me, so I created a poem that I read daily about that very idea. What if, and only if, you were supposed to be something amazing but you suffocated your talent? Huh? Think about that then go live your purpose, only then can you truly earn your stripes in this game of life!
Written on November 04, 2022
Submitted by theemailofdanteleith on November 13, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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| Scheme | A X X X X X X B A C B A X X D C X D X X X X |
|---|---|
| Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
| Characters | 863 |
| Words | 195 |
| Stanzas | 22 |
| Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
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