I can't see the future. But somehow, I have a feeling that someday, you won't struggle when you have to decide if you should stay or go. And that's a day you'll never forget. Because that's the day you'll realize that you don't need anybody to make you feel like somebody.
Dear stranger: it's no secret that times have been hard for everyone. But you're not everyone, are you? Maybe you lost someone. Maybe you lost yourself. Maybe you've been asked to do more than you signed up for. Whatever's going on, I know it may seem like you're losing control. Like you don't have a choice. However this poem finds you, I hope you come to find that you DO have a chance to have a choice. A chance to raise your voice. I hope that someday, you accept that you are worthy of love. That you stop feeling guilty you survived. But most of all, I hope that someday, you wake up and find yourself grateful and happy to be alive
Someday, I may start moving on. I know that's what you'd want. But I need you to hear me when I say "I ain't going nowhere." I may grieve, but I'll never let the memories leave. I'll never let the music die. And when times get tough, I'll never forget I have an angel on my side
In nothing but a string of letters and words I'll make you feel something It might not be great but it'll be something, it's got to be - something new, something novel But it won't be sad. We all know what sadness is It won't be happy or beautiful or even ugly because that's all old hat No funky formatting, or perspective shifts, no careful pronouns It won't have images or anything Just words Objective words with meanings older than the earth, And no one will ever misunderstand just what I meant when I wrote it And no one will ever have experienced anything quite like it before And it'll make someone, somewhere, just once think: "Whoa, this poetry stuff can be as spiritual as music"