I do not know what it will take,
To not be a mistake
An accident of fate,
Just a moment too late.
I do not know how to be,
Unseen but to see
Locked away once more,
Maladjusted at the core.
I do not know why I try,
When life passes by
A puppet to failure,
Waiting for a cure.
I do not know where to go,
With nothing to show
A piece without a fit,
Giving into the quit.
I do not know
Will you tell me?
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Nice. Very depressing though. I hope that’s not how you really feel.
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I think the end of the poem is where I stand, looking for the life, energy, humor, success in what it means to build yourself up.
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I think it is fair to say everyone has felt this way at some point in their life as they seek to find their place in the world.
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I love this, slightly depressing but with a light on. Ask and answers come!
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I liked it. Once again you have married the graphic with the poem perfectly.
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I believe all of us feel like that once in a while. At least I have, more than once.
You declare: “I aspire to contribute writing and art that celebrates our common humanity,” and that is exactly what you are doing! You are touching lives, so in my book you are a success! I know from experience that, sometimes, it is hard to convince ourselves of our own worthiness. It’s a common feature among creative souls, not a flaw but a challenge we will one day overcome. And which, in the meantime, serves as a bittersweet topic for self-expression. Love you and love your profile picture, by the way!
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Hii…I am nominating you for the creative blogger award…hope you won’t mind..:):)
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