The smouldering body that remains
was drenched in flames last night.
A steady heart still sounds today
though wearied from the fight.
“Each beat could be the last,” I said.
“No, not yet,” I replied.
I’m evergreen, like pine.
I’m a dance on the hands of time.
Life cannot beat the courage from me. Not as long as I can rhyme.
There’s a soul inside me
and even if I die
I’ll live on in eternity
with loved ones by my side.
And there will be no pain,
pride nor coward be.
Just a dusty memory
and what courage rewarded me.
Clifford Still said, “One must accept total responsibility for what he executes. And the measure of his greatness will be in the depth of his insight and his courage in realizing his own vision.”
I talked with one of my favorite professors the other day about my upcoming graduation and plans to move to Charlotte. I was met with a discomforting reply as he recommended I drop out here so I can continue at a different university without paying the Masters degree price tag.
Maybe I’m not the best figure artist- yet. Perhaps my form and shadows are skewed and my tones are dull. My short two years as an artist has been extremely tough, but even more rewarding. I see great improvement in myself. Even better I see reason in my strides. I know that I am going to write and illustrate books that teach good morals to children. I will teach myself along the way and learn from challenges. Paying more tuition isn’t what I need.
I don’t need to be like Michelangelo when I leave here in two months, but I do need to know how to learn. So that’s alright, you can laugh all you want at the way I currently draw, but watch out because this is one girl who refuses to stop learning; My reasons and ambition are clear.
Sometimes I feel sorry for myself. Having Diabetes especially somehow affects how I see me. I gotta keep telling myself that I’m living for a reason today. I gotta make the best of it. I was blessed to live this day, so is there ever a reason to be truly sad?