Picky (Original Poem)

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Love, Noelle

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Picky

You say

Let’s go back to when times were simple

When there were no problems

Never a dimple

In the road paved to success

You think

Life was so easy

Never a mess

All in quite all

I used to be blessed

Who says life was easy then?

Have you looked at your life back then?

You say

Remember the good ol’ days?

Like nothing else happened

To possibly alter the “goodness”

Life was hard back then, too!

You turned round in circles

Not knowing what’s true

Never knowing what’s right

Never stopping, holding on tight

To a figment of your imagination

Of what you thought the future would be like.

Well, the future has come, and you simply say

What a fright my world was

When my life was a fray…

Back when my life was so “easy”

You look back and recall

All that drama, it just squeezed me

Drew from me the blood of my will

Tore from me my confidence to kill

All my dreams that I’d dreamt

Where’d those dreams go?

This situation is not what I meant

Life is so funny, you’d think it’s a clown

It flips you up, spits you out, and throws you back down

It’s up to you what happens next

Because nothing ever is easy, simple, plain

It’s much more nuanced, complex, and disdained

So what do you do

In times like these?

Will you get back on the horse?

Is that what you please?

It’s up to you now

Will you keep dreaming dreams?

Or will you stay down?

Let us not forget the ways of our past

What we thought was so effortless

We look back and we gasp…

That’s just ‘cause we bested best

We learned from mistakes

And made it this far

So why should we stop?

We should reach for the stars!

For in the future, we’ll look back and say

That was so easy!

It might as well have been play!

So here’s the real message

Take what you’d like:

I hope you will hear this

I hope this will strike:

Never be afraid of what’s seemingly difficult

For what’s happening now

That’s the catalyst, catapult

For what’s coming next

Never view something impossible

Never view it as tricky

For your future self will look back and just call you

Picky

Picky for what you “could” handle

Really more picky for what you wanted to handle

You see what I’m getting at?

You see what I mean?

You’re going to get through this

Just listen to me

This may be hard now,

It’s shown in your eyes

But this you’ll get through

You’ll be stronger and wise

So please keep going

You can do it, I know it

But being picky, I know, will make you just doubt it

You need to move past it and know it’s all done

For looking back on it later, you’ll just view it as fun

Remember the good ol’ days?

When I worried so much

On that little case?

I got through it so quickly

I was just being picky…

Why did I think that would be the death of me?

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