I'll take my poetry,
I'll take my music,
I'll take my art and leave
my troubles behind,
I'll see if I find,
a way to release,
the pain that keeps me,
behind this door
where no light gets in,
I can't stand the darkness anymore
I'll take my sorrow
and break this glass,
It may be half full,
But it's not going to last.
I want to let go,
but yet I hold on,
the worst thing about life,
is that it goes on,
and on,
and on,
it never stops,
I've got one life,
I'll live to the fullest,
only because I've always known this
the universe,
will take whatever it wants,
whenever it wants,
however, it wants,
and will never,
give it
back.
- Author: jazi41007 ( Offline)
- Published: October 25th, 2023 08:32
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem after I realized that I was wasting my time trying to live up to everyone else's expectations. It really destroyed my mental health and because I'm a people pleaser it made me feel stuck in this little hole where I was being ignored and dismissed all the time. This sort of represents my new found resilience and also the very powerful effect the fine arts have on people.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 3
Comments2
Wow. Great job. I think it was Nietzsche that said, "Art is the very purpose of life."
thank you for your feed back and I agree 🙂
Welcome to MPS! I loved your poem, and it's quite clear that you can't please everyone...Christina
Thank you! and you are correct 🙂
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