Anapest

I've been studying poetics in school, especially working with rythms....anapest is short short long. So, of course I had to attempt a poem that incompasses the rhythm.



I can see all the world in a picture that's frozen in time
From the depths to the stars all the changes that would soon be mine
And I know if I choose I can turn my eyes down and be still
For the fear in my heart is the fear of five thousand or more
Still I lift up my head and my heart and my arms to the stars
The creator of all that is mine and of all that is ours
And I know if I choose I can turn my gaze inwards and see
The creator of all that is true is now living in me.