Almost There

By DC

Half way to my destination
But don’t know where I’m headed
Two steps back was like hell
So I’ma keep walking til I regret it
A lot of dreams left behind
And I’m mad I can’t obtain them 
My life is like a gallery of half-painted pictures
That I won’t finish painting
But why am I so rebellious?
My upbringing was good
I had plenty ways out
I made myself stuck in the hood|
I can hear my mom’s now
“Boy, you gon’ learn the hard way”
Wisdom sure out beat youth
‘Cause that brick wall hurt
But I got another chance
‘Cause instead of jail
It could’ve been dirt

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4 Comments

  1. Maureen on January 13, 2015 at 1:34 AM

    I love the way DC takes responsibility for his own behavior when he writes, “I had plenty ways out, I made myself stuck in the hood.” Very powerful recognition that things could have been worse at the end. DC might have learned the hard way, but HE LEARNED, and now it is time to move on to something better. Best of luck!

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  2. Robin on February 2, 2015 at 12:56 AM

    This is powerful and thought-provoking.
    Well written! I will pray for you, DC.

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  3. Aashna Rane on February 25, 2015 at 12:21 AM

    The first step is accepting, and you accept and wish to move forward. This is inspiring. Keep writing DC!

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  4. Pablo on March 10, 2015 at 5:07 PM

    Powerful imagery of a gallery of unfinished paintings. I would bet a lot of people could relate to that image.

    Great work.

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