I had written this first poem of my life when I was thinking about my life, about making a difference & about achieving something. I am sure that all of us at some point have walked this path. This poem takes me through a journey of despair to a promise of hope that we all need to cling to. 
Just another day I said to myself
Just another day I said to myself
Lifes for the rich and bejeweled
People like me don’t matter
This world isn't getting better
Been here for long I mused
Still roaming without being enthused
So many questions in my brain
Oh God! Am I going insane?
Every morning I face myself
Try to pump in energy and verse
But still I hang over the cliff
The balance just stays stiff
The clock seems to be ticking
Soon the bucket I will be kicking
But the thought of me hollow
But the thought of me hollow
The debts I leave- gives me sorrow
Wanna owe nothing to no one
Giving all and only taking some
But it ain’t happening my way
Oh dear God, help me, I pray!
Many before me have walked this road
Carrying borne-guilt, such a heavy load.
Crushed beneath, they never rose
But I ain’t grinding to the ground my nose
Thought I didn’t have a story to tell
A book on my life would never sell
Who would be interested in your tale
My pal to the coffin hit the final nail
Assumed I couldn’t make a difference
Till a passing smile of assurance
Lifted a waning lifes spirit
Jumping he hugged me in a iron clad grip
Now I know I have it in me
I am as important as can be
A book I will in certainty write
The story of my life day and night
Somewhere we all have, hope; a friend
Courage (when) in distress he sends
And in sure finery he descends
When in all faithfulness one is bent
So take my hand God I pray
Till to the ground my head I lay
And my soul crosses the threshold
From this world thats grown so cold.
