My Power Story

A poem of numbers.

My Power Story

As a child, I only saw

the power of three,

my Mom,

my Dad

and me.

We were a solid three.

 

When my brother Jon was born

I adopted the power of four.

Because he I adored,

I learned to make room for four.

 

When I was eight,

I learned to value

the power of two,

me and my best friend Sue.

Without her by my side, there was

nothing I could do!

 

Then my horizons began

to broaden and I learned

the power of four, five

Eight and ten…

 

My numbers of friends

kept increasing.

My world was

constantly multiplying

and dividing, as soon as

puberty bloomed in me.

 

But when little chirping blue birds

and naked cherubs started

spinning around my head,

when the love struck and

set in  at age nineteen,

I seemed to go backwards,

back to the power of two.

 

Those were the glory days

when we could sit and

gaze into each other’s eyes

for days.  We’d walk through

the park and the zoo

holding hands and saying

I love you.

 

Clueless was I, that the

misuse of this mystical power

of two, could leave

me battered and bruised,

and emotionally

used and abused.

 

Once my stone tower of two

came tumbling down,

the power of two didn’t seem as

fresh as spring dew anymore,

as before when I thought our love

was strong enough to last forever!

 

For years the soured

power of two made me

want to run endlessly,

to distant corners

of the earth just to escape

the painful memories

of ever being a part of this

dreadful duo.

 

Now I am starting

to enjoy the warm rays of sun

and the dynamic fun

that I’ve found in

the best power

of them all,

the power of one!

 

Just me,

by myself in the

day to day grind,

learning to stand strong as one,

to love and to nurture myself,

enjoying my life

without any strife.

 

There’s a lot to be said

about the power of one.

Learning to find joy and peace,

just being me for a while.

 

One day I’ll probably

be ready to move on to

whatever power is next for me,

when loneliness

starts to sour this

single power.

 

 

But for now,

I’ll enjoy the

power of one,

to the tenth

degree,

just being me!

 

Reviews

[Chilson, Joshua]

This is a great write, though people have to live and learn through living and striving for happiness in what ways they can. Almost everyone find's comfort in numbers greater than "One", and in the end it's "You" who really matter's. Though as much as it hurt's we must pursue that hard journey of having someone else by our side to cherish who we are, what we will become, not what we have done or what we will make.

So then, back to the "Power of One" we go, never to forget those that helped us in the long run. A very powerful, unique, and downright blunt poem, keep up the good work.

[Carolina Kel]

I love this! It seems to be basic facts about your life but it's presented beautifully. Well done!

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this is so emotional in your mood...
i really love your expression...
a wonderful poem--love it!!!:)

J:)

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

Oh!!! I liked this a lot,it is one of your very good works,cause the flow is very good and so is the structure.What i like about your poems always is the positive note on which they end.You always involve your real voice in it,and even if you have been through tough times,you always lay more stress on the present rather than brooding on the not so good times.Yes the power of one will always keep you true to yourself,and guess what you already are there..

[Liza]

this was well thought out and so very creative; i related to so many of your stanzes and i felt connected to you. i love the clarity and the empowering message; there are various degrees of power in numbers but the constant is the one; i am in awe of this message; the power in one....