My Social Worker - Poetry

by Imran A. Mohammed

For every moment I was lost and for every pain I have experienced along the way you have been there holding me up.

I have survived many challenges and yet there are still many more obstacles in the way.

You have taught me to be strong and patient, and in the midst of many distractions I continue to hold onto that rope, making sure that I do not drop into the deep ocean.

Many would have seen me drown, but you made me realize that if I gave up then they would have won.

Today, as the light continues to shine and as the warm sun rays hit my face, and as I draw back the curtains and wake up to another beautiful day, I am going to remind myself that I am the luckiest person alive because I have you!

I have you to thank for my positive energy.

I have you to thank for believing in me!

And, I have you to thank for giving me back my life!

For a moment I did not think that I would survive and be able to crawl out of this hole but you held out your hand and pulled me up.

As I took a quick glance down and as you lifted me up I could see the earth moving under my feet.

Prior to your arrival I had lost hope, but, your belief in me made me realize that I needed to fail to succeed in life!

All good things are difficult to achieve but today I am no longer the vulnerable person you thought I was, and I know that when I set my mind on something I will be able to move mountains and the impossible will become possible.

I do not want to achieve immortality through dying but through the differences I make and the example I set!

I know with a little encouragement from you I can and I will.

YES, WE CAN!

There are not many people that can change a life, but, you changed mine!

Imran Mohammed is an adult faculty member for The College of Social Work (TCSW). In his free time, he writes poetry, travels, and enjoys swimming. Recently, he finished his third degree and is looking forward to graduation. He loves to learn and wants to complete another two degrees. He says he was inspired to write this poem by his father, who advised him that he should use his voice to make a difference.