I was told that writers write about their experiences
and I was so young
I had not yet experienced experiences yet
So I put my pencil down and went to the world
to experience these experiences everyone kept talking about
And I did
I put my heart in front of my mind when I should’ve put my mind in front of my heart
and vice versa
I laughed and spat in the face of fear
I cried at beauty to wonderful to put into words
I pushed boundaries and expectations to the point where they didn’t push back
I reached the sky and was slammed back into the ground and am now struggling to climb back up
but I’m climbing
and I’m told that’s what matters most
That it doesn't matter if you are winning or losing but that you are trying
That you are giving yourself to these experiences that you want and need to experience
And you realize that they were right
The ones who told me to experience experiences
That you do need to experience experiences in order to pick up your pencil and write something someone would
laugh and spit at or
cry from the beauty at or
think pushed boundaries and expectations to the point where they couldn’t push back
or
write something that finally reached the sky
even if it is slammed back into the ground
Then I’ll pick up my pencil and write again.