I Am

The world is crumbling as I stumble through it,

recklessly...

ignoring the ground that is falling apart with each step.

Instead, I clutch the crumbling parts of a world,

but they turn to dust,

becoming what it once was.

I begin to run,

my lungs screaming for oxygen,

but it is undeserving of the relief from each breath.

I run until I cannot feel and fall onto the floor,

forgetting that it is decaying with me;

I slip through the cracks,

tumbling into the core,

faintly hoping that it would spare my life.

Falling down the black pit,

my screams echoing

with no one to hear them.

A teardrop falls from my cheek. 

Wind tangling my hair,

I await the impending doom.

I clutch my chest, holding myself in,

waiting. 

I crumble to become an entity of the earth,

as I was in the genesis. 

Broken, shattered, unwanted.

I lay limp, like a sprout,

waiting for the world to devour me.

I see the green. I see the sprout.

I see the teardrop holding on for dear life.

A sigh escapes my lips, and I push myself up.

Hair covering my eyes,

Like the teardrop,

I hang on to a broken life.

It is inescapable. 

It never relinquishes,

it never relents, 

it never retreats.

But it tests us,

it challenges us,

it strengthens us.

The endless duel between me and this,

this adversity,

is precious.

Difficult, but irreplaceable. 

As I fall into pits and holes,

I get up.

I want to win. 

I want to grow.

I want to hang on.

At the root of that nascent sprout is

the beginning

and the end.

It's where I have started 

and where I will soon finish.

I don't want to soak into the brown, mushy soil,

never to surface.

I want to be a part of the start and the finish.

I want to be nourishment to

my world.

So I grow relentless

and stubborn.

I hang on for dear life,

until I am assured that I will be remembered:

not as a mere teardrop,

but water that nourished love,

that nourished inspiration,

that nourished motivation,

that nourished

life.

The Age of Social Media

Social media has become such a prevalent, almost necessary tool in our lives that many times we fail to recognize the impact that it truly has on our beliefs of our society. Stressing, dramatizing, and hyperbolizing current events instigate false notions of what is actually occurring in our world today because many of us blindly accept what we are presented by the social media and the news. But whose fault is that? In this day and age when drama is the main focus of our attention, the news has adapted to fit our needs and wants. Can we really blame the news for propagating such hyperbolic news in order to reach out to the public? On the other hand, can we blame our society for its abject trust in social media and the news? We have been led to believe that what we are presented with is the truth, but now that the Internet and the news coverage have altered their objectives, is it right to doubt everything? 

What world do we live in that we suppress our young people because of our doubts and our insecurities? Who are we to say that our young people cannot accomplish such large feats solely because they are "inexperienced" and young?