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Many are called, few are chosen

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When will the stars align
Or will it be too late
Has my destiny already been written 
I ponder
It has to be soon 
I hope
Every day I write till my heart gives out
Hands start to feel callous and full of sorrow
My head feels heavy to the point of oxygen fading 
I’m drowning clinging to hope 
The past is an anchor attached to my heart
Weighing me down
Hazel eyes with a hint of pedigree
Begin to stare out my barren window 
My reflection comes off shallow 
I ponder what is it all for
I shiver 
I go cold from the fear of failing 
Am I letting myself down or those closest
I’ve gotten this far
Why quit now 
Darkness ensues 
Till a beacon and guidance of an old friend 
Begins to wash away 
The shadows lingering in my mind 
I feel reborn 
Driven with a sense of purpose
I take to the quill 
Etching my legacy 
Then the dream fades 
The adolescent milky blue wallpaper 
Surrounds me like a prison cell 
My passion goes dormant
Lying in slumber for the moment I envision
I bellow out 
One day things will be right
Maybe on a starry night 

Brendan Rooney

Brendan Rooney has always been full of creativity and enthusiasm towards the world of widespread media. He is also a passionate comic book fan along with a die-hard sports pedigree. Brendan has written various articles covering all topics and dreams of forging a long-lasting legacy by bringing respect to the Rooney name as either a teacher, journalist, or whatever else the future holds. Brendan plans to graduate from Westfield State University in the spring of 2022 with a degree in English and a minor in Journalism.

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