What Are the Chances

[I just came across this art project I did years ago for a sociology class. This poem and collage reflect the self doubt and soul searching most young college kids go through. I was trying to find my way in life and what I believed and where I belonged and if I really had a place in this crazy uncertain world. This is a human experience we all share - the right of passage - leaving childhood walking across the bridge to adulthood. My insight here is so profound and yes at times a bit redundant (I'm not a fan of excessive rhyming verse) but I thought worth posting. I think the reminder that God has made us all unique needs to be heard more.]

I’m one in a million…

BUT I’M STILL ALONE

I’m one in a million…

IN LINE TO THE THRONE

I’m one in a million…

LIVING HOW I SHOULD

I’m one in a million…

FORGETTING THAT I COULD

I’m one in a million…

FEELING PAIN

I’m one in a million…

STRIVING FOR GAIN

I’m one in a million…

REACHING OUT

I’m one in a million…

FORCED TO SHOUT

I’m one in a million…

LAID HEAVE WITH LOAD

I’m one in a million…

WHOSE EMBRACED THE CODE

I’m one in a million…

STRIVING TO PLEASE

I’m one in a million…

WHOSE WANTED TO FREEZE

I’m one in a million…

TRYING TO RESIST

I’m one in a million…

ANGERED WITH FIST

I’m one in a million…

WANTING TO BE

I’m one in a million…

SEARCHING FOR ME

I’m one in a million…

DID YOU HEAR ME SHOUT

I’m one in a million…

BUT I STILL STAND OUT

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