TAKING BACK CONTROL

When you turn eighteen years of age, you are finally in charge.
An impetuous rush toward someone or something, to enlarge.
No longer a child, you’re an adult, in charge of your own fate.
You are given the right to stand up against injustice and hate.

When you’re a child, your parents advocate and give support.
They will always be there for you, whenever you just fall short.
Unraveling that string, they must let their children start to fly.
Holding onto that string too long, should be, in short supply.

Starting to soar, high up in the air, others will hold you back.
Worried for you, because of the deficits or skills they’ll lack.
Our kites, our rockets, ourselves, are never just a duplication.
Our similarities, our differences, are reasons for a celebration.

If you were a good supportive parent, and did your job right.
Your child will be like a space rocket, that is ready to ignite.
Sure, any parent might be worried, that their child will fail.
Instilling fear or forcing beliefs, make it certain they won’t prevail.

Whenever spiraling out of control, like we all have in the past.
It isn’t just the events that need re-examining, but also the cast.
For every character in our story, will always play a vital role.
When things go awry, or we travel off course, we take control.

Continuing to learn, as the plot line begins to start to thicken.
Standing up for yourself makes you brave, no longer a chicken.
Unfortunately, many play a victim, instead of taking back control.
Using the power to direct or determine our fate, take a heavy toll.

We must learn to be brave, courageous, and vulnerable, as well.
While this is scary to everyone in sight, it is the only way to excel.
Setting limits and boundaries, only occur through confrontation.
Our founding fathers spelled these things out, in the declaration.

So whenever things do not go your way, and you start feeling bad.
Stop and do the complete opposite; it is then, that you’ll feel glad.
It sounds crazy, and the opposite will even completely, scare us all.
You must visualize yourself, rising up, every single time you’ll fall.

Worried about failing, instead of thinking about if we’ll succeed.
Love, support, and some encouragement, are all we’ll ever need.
Imagine how far we could all go, having nothing holding us back!
I think, what we’d all find, our own name underneath of the plaque.

Written by: Craig Dunkleberger