(disaster)

(disaster)

my feet run faster 

when they’re running towards disaster 

across burning coals, 

over massive sinkholes-

this path takes its toll

more than anything 

what makes me fall

is everyone voicing a warning call:

a commitment to misunderstand,

words masked as a helping hand

this is my calling 

but why do I keep falling?

how hasn't my determination 

given me wings to fly?

or have I been chasing a lie?

I keep falling

but I know this is my calling

so I tell myself

this disaster isn't what it seems 

that it’s my hopes and it’s my dreams

now my feet are running faster 

after I covered them in plaster 

to run across the burning coals,

and over massive sinkholes-

I catapult.

for every voice that 

shares their doubt

I’m learning now to tune them out,

reminding myself I’m not alone

when that voice of doubt is my own

and when I reach what I've been running to

I'll bathe in the pools of deservitude,

I'll stand on the ground of what I'm meant to do 

so if you choose to see it as disaster, know-

it’ll just make me run faster 

@paige.thepoet