if i am made to worship
iraeda mendell
If I am made to build, why do the
Statues fall?
Crumbling down,
hands desperate to fix.
If I am made to write, why do the
Words fail?
Incomplete sentences,
hands eager to create.
If I am made to lead, why do the
People cry?
Chaos prevailing,
hands longing to decree.
If I am made to worship, why don’t the
Gods answer?
Blood devotion,
hands begging for grace.
If I am made to serve, why don’t the
Kings call?
Court jester,
hands aching to amuse.
If I am made to love, why did
You leave?
Bittersweet yearning,
Only my Hands and
no hands to hold.
Iraeda Mendell started writing rockstar songs at age eight and has not stopped since; it has only evolved from mediocre middle-school poetry to deep and thoughtful writing. She hopes to craft masterpieces someday based on all sorts of subject matters; from infantile doo-wop to pieces about loss, love, curiosity, and life. She found her passion for writing poetry through courses in college. While she majored in Creative Media, specifically sound and audio, she learned many tips from great professors who, like Mr. Keating from Dead Poets Society, continue to encourage her love for poetry and writing. She strives to be known by not only sound work but the words she has to say. Every year throughout college, she performed her poems at college-run events and found a power in her voice when she spoke her own words.