Fight for You

Wrote this a couple months ago for an assignment in Creative Writing. I actually had to recite the poem to get full credit. I wish I was brave enough to post a video of me reciting it now, would get the feeling behind it across better. Oh well...

(for the record- it meant something then, and still does)

"Here I am. Standing here, waiting.

I look into those hazel eyes placed perfectly under your brow and I see the question that burns in the cavern of your soul.

Will I fight for you?

Will I fight, for you?

Will I spend every last throbbing ounce of energy in my body to tear down whatever wall is thrown up between us? Whatever obstacle is placed in our path?

Then let me start by telling you how I would build a time machine just to go back and save you from ever getting your heart broken.

How I wish I could reach inside your memories and tear out all the bad ones with her just so you could forget the pain they each left in your chest.

Let me tell you about how scared I have been. How I let fear enter into my heart and let you walk away.

Let me tell you about how scared I was of pushing you away and how I have kept back so much in telling you how I really felt.

Fight for you? Ok.

Let me tell you it all right now, let me open up and explain to you how I want to be your one and only.

I want to be the one who gets to sit next to you through it all, thick and thin, and all the sizes and shapes in between.

How you’ve inspired me to write and how each time I think about you whether it is in a moment of pain or love my mind grows wings and soars with inspiration.

I want to be the one next to you the next time you smile and I want to be the reason why you are.

I want to go and do nothing with you all day. Lie on the couch playing card games and telling stories.

Let me finally show you how every time I wake up I wish you were next to me. How I hate night time because it means you have to leave me.

How I want to find out the great potential of you and me and see all the good things we could do together.

How I want to see you grow into a father and then a grandfather.
And then maybe one day hold your hand as you pass on, because love
love means watching someone die.

I want to be the person on the sidelines of every sport or hobby you do
just so I can watch you get lost in the things you love.

Let me show you how I long to be there the next time you get sick
just so I can hold you tight,
rub your back and do nothing but take care of you all day.

I want to be the pillow you hold on to in the middle of the night.

The pocket you put your hand in.

I want to be the clothes you wear just so I can be touching your skin always.

I want to know all your fears and then I want to go out and destroy them for you.

I want to hear all your dreams and then I want to be the one holding your hand,
standing next to you as you fulfill them.

Let me tell you how I pray everyday to take away your sorrow, to carry it myself.

Let me tell you how crazy I felt falling so fast for you.

I want to be your forever and let me tell you how I finally found someone who I want to be my forever.

You want me to fight for you?

Then I will. I’ll come out with guns blazing as I take on the entire world just so that I can run my fingers through your hair one more time.

So that I can be the one you come home to.

I’ll fight every last fear and doubt just to renew your faith and kiss you,
one
last
time.

I will cross every desert, every ocean, every mountain, every frigid landscape to show you how I feel and do it again just to make sure you know.

I’ll take on an army of blood thirsty rogues and die for you just to prove that my heart
was always yours,

is always yours,

and will always be yours."

Do more

I listened in on a private conversation over break and had some thoughts stirred up in my mind. How often do we get caught up in our worlds of me and now? How often do we pass up the opportunity to play that game with a nephew, to bake those cookies with a niece’s help? How often do we hide away in our rooms, not interacting with roommates, not calling that friend we haven’t seen in ages? How often do we not love fully or live completely?

So, do more.

Play a little longer, laugh… a whole lot more.

Make peace. Brush off every grudge or grievance.

Don’t regret anything.

Remember that no one is perfect, especially you.

Smile… always.

Put down the phone, the computer.
Walk outside.

Breathe in deeply and love every smell.

Squint your eyes and then open them wide, taking in everything.

Write a million thank you notes and actually send them.

Think more. Ponder more. Meditate more.

Read one more chapter, and then another, and another.

Hug everyone. Embrace those you love more often.

Speak more softly, and a lot less. Listen more.

Care always. Do it all, love it all.

Take a walk outside, despite the freezing cold.
Especially in the freezing cold.
Go without a jacket just to feel the prickles in your skin
and love it.

Hold someone's hand

at least once a day.

Make it a new person each day.

Just hold on.

Be creative

Read a story

Write a story

Write a poem

Write a song

Take a lot of pictures

Good ones at least

Listen to music

Good music, and a lot of it

Remember the past so you can make tomorrow different. And thank whatever God you believe in for giving you this day. He didn’t have to, and yet He did anyway.

So, love more.

Do more.