The epitome of failure: it has to be one of the worst feelings on the planet. It’s when you know you’ve screwed up, when you have to admit it, when there’s nothing else for you to do but surrender, confess your wrongs and learn from your mistakes.
This poem is my way of attempting to crawl out of this funk I feel so stuck in lately. Sometimes it’s hard to persevere when we aren’t achieving our goals as quickly as we had imagined.
To become an adult we need to transcend our parent’s teaching and form our own understanding of reality.
THE ANXIETY ENSUES AS I PLAN FOR MY DAY.
IT HOLDS ME BACK UNTIL I SAY, “NOT TODAY.”
Creativity occurs when we find a way to look at something familiar in a new perspective.
Put on my makeup,
put on my mask…
build a big wall
no one can get past.
The sand is a soft blanket on the bottom of my tough feet.
It reminds me of the memories that shaped my personality.
When I was a kid, everything was different:
My outlook on life so shallow,
My idea of a future so narrow.
I numb myself
So I can’t see
Inside of me
Society talks but it’s often wrong…its principles are oppressive, its values not strong.