"Don't waste your hate. Rather gather and create. Be of service. Be a sensible person. Use your words and don't be nervous. You can do this you got purpose. Find your medicine and use it." - Nahko Bear

Our medicines are the gifts and passions that make us so uniquely elegant
Still those who doubt and hold you back will say those things aren't relevant

But it must be shared and given to heal others and your self
This does not just concern your purpose; its an issue of your spirit's health

Even when you manage your external mission
Your internal demons will still be there at the end of the day
We have mastered the projection of our image as human beings
But the deep issues we keep barried in our subconscious
We are not fulfilled at our deepest level Because we search for happiness in all the wrong places
There is a bias in society to focus all of your energy on a false definition of external success
But work on your soul is completely neglected

I see so much **** on here that is strictly negative. I get that great art, especially poetry comes from sadness and dark places. But it seems like there is never ANYTHING positive on here. There is beauty in positivism too you know. In rising OUT of the ashes.  In getting up and doing something about the state you are in instead of dwelling on it. I wanna see some poetry about how you are fighting your depression not basking in it. About how you are moving on from the ******* that wrecked your heart not dwelling on them like your Adele or Taylor Swift or some other sad sap victim that this weak society looks up to... All right rant over.
I guarantee you I will get **** for this. Bring it on.

I turned my eyes to the stars and gazed into infinity
In that moment all of my problems were put into true perspective
I lost sight of them completely
All that mattered was that I was an individual
Existing on this rock we call earth
Hurtling through the cosmos
How lucky am I?
To possess this human incarnation with boundless potential
To live on this beautiful planet
For the first time since my heart had been
broken
I began to cry
Not tears of sadness
Not even tears of joy
Tears of gratitude

Truth is like poetry.

Most people don't like it.

TRUST YOUR HEART. TRUST YOUR GUT.*

The head often tends to get in the way.

We are like a river that strains to flow with all of its longing

But we choose instead to hold back our nature with dams we construct

Dams of fear and doubt

Of ego and shame

Of hatred and lies