Journaling my emotion
It's sort of a devotion
If I'm loved or I'm hated
It's all part of affection
Don't let me drown seeking approval
While I'm waiting on their appraisal
Others are getting things done, chasing the paper
Forming a habit of comparison
Living in a society where madness is simply iberiberism
Trying to measure up, betraying my own reasoning
But if I can simply just breathe
Blocking out the heat like it doesn't exist
Moving at a pace tailored for me
Or is it selfish to think that I can truly be free
Free from the standards that have been set
Standards that can simply not be met
I'm trying to find the rhythm in all of this mess
I'm really just glad to be alive
Trying to form a hive where I can thrive
Sometimes it feels like a backhand drive
Still doing everything I must to survive.
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Author:
Amaka (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Freeing myself through writing. This is my first peom ever!
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
A very good message and poem. Thank you.
Thank you so much
a wonderful start to your poetic journey,
hope you find the the freedom you seek
thanks for choosing to share
Thank you for taking your time to read. Means a lot to me
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