PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

why is it only

when my life is falling apart,

when foundations are shattered,

that i create art?

was it ever even me,

or am i quite possessed?

are my emotions egregious,

are they feelings repressed?

as i retreat

into quasi-cathartic escapism

and sell myself short

for another's individualism,

i smile,

though there is sorrow behind the smile,

loneliness and aching

carried mile after mile...

nevertheless,

i give my thanks to God.

He alone has carried me

against undefinable odds!

while there is weeping,

there is joy yet in the morning;

and while there is mourning,

there is hope yet for today.