At moments like these, I don’t feel like writing
Love poems or fantasy. I fear that what I feel
Cannot be expressed. And if my pen could lift itself
And write my unspoken words, you could read my hidden story.
Those feelings burdening my soul,
The emotions bottled up in me, and tears I hold from falling.
It’s more than that. Days I question my existence,
Whether I’m just a coincidence, whether I’m meant to be
Who I am, and where I am.
People pushing me to my dead end,
Feeling worthless, almost ending it. Cutting people off
Just to let my insecurities heal. Pressure from peers is no joke.
Wanting something out of reach, I realize:
Wealth is not all the money in existence.
Wealth is peace of mind, and that’s what most of us don’t have.
Our past holds us like chains that can’t be broken.
Our fears are the assistance, as we fear
The people, judgment, failure, and disappointments.
I want to move on without blaming myself
For the past I can’t change, nor can I go back in time.
But… I can let go, heal, and move on.
I can free myself from these shackles, give myself peace of mind,
Take lessons from every moment, and move forward after all.