How dared I be happy And not awake to a miserable state of mind, Just like yours? Why fight for the best of the best When you can have all toe, sorrow on the fanciest plate served... Why wish for better days When we know that suffering can make us so great...! And wonderful... Wonderfully hateful, resentful, pitiful... Rad! How dared I try reach happiness? To your face: a great scam! How dared I reach to that perfect state of mind called happiness? I must Have been out of me mind? Being all close to knowing the best days in life? Oh, the horror! Why, if I can have all your sorrow... and more added to the core?
Voicing fervent beliefs Tone- As hard as stone Carry your legacy on- Or simply create your own strut the halls With perfect posture- Never forgotten, Is that confidence Swing your gait- A daring sashay, And lead the weak- make them tough as bone Yet never forget In which you came- So speak your name Scream it to be remembered The name in which leads people together You Are A Leader
*sigh* This isn't for my "challenge"... BUT! Somehow, this isolation is feeding into a new writing block. Being surrounded by people sheds a light on my writing, giving me near endless possibilities. Though-I no longer have that. So, here I am, trying to recover (of course, it had to be an inspirational poem).
It is not weak to yield nor is it courageous to rely on subterfuge Speaking your inner truth comes from daring to brave eye rolls shaking of heads and mouths that smile yet form cruel sentences all the same You'll bleed dripping perspiration oozing all the love you cannot find Just when it seems as if the sun is obscured by clouds you get to your feet tense muscles unclenching utterly at the mercy of all the light you are just now starting to see.
-Esther L. Krenzin- -Roguesong-
Speak your truth. Live your dream. Act on your word.