I initially wrote this poem, “Reality,” to highlight the contrast of the good and the bad that life has to offer. It is an honest attempt to expose the positive aspects of reality: “the place we (often) aspire to escape.” Although life can be difficult at times, I believe in purpose—and often that purpose can be found in the love we have for the people we encounter, and the love they have for us in return.
Reality
Reality
A place we aspire to escape
Yet the place we all hold on to
With gasping breaths and collapsing lungs we cling
Cling to the comfort of knowing
Cling to the concept of existence
And to the promise of more
Reality
The place in which dreams are shattered
Yet the place where they were first born
Born out of nothing
And from the depths of this nothingness
We dream of dreams worth dreaming
Don’t tell me we aren’t here
For the reason I convince myself of
No—the reason that I believe
Don’t tell me it’s all worthless
For if life is as futile as you say
Then tell me this
Why is it here where I found it?
Am I wrong to say?
Reality
Reality the host of love