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I Am Worth The Tears
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My Reality Lost in my own poetry
I find myself
Trying to figure out
The right way to say things,
Warmed,
By the ashes
Of dead life.
And I get the feeling
That everyone searches for...
A release, from reality --
Bragging to myself
That it is the feeling
That only a free man
Can feel,
As I recognize
The difference between
What I do for a living
And what I do to live...
You try to convice yourself
That things have changed
For the better, while stalling...
Waiting for that one candle wish...
But I've been bullied by my tears
To the point where I just can't take it
Anymore...
Isn't that the way it goes though???
Life presents many paths...
And you choose the one towards freedom
Only to realize that freedom,
Is not free
It's only a state of being free...
And it was always there...
And the years have been so long
But as we come to the end,
Somewhere in the space between
Right and wrong
There is a feeling of accomplishment
And completion --
And lost --
In my own poetry
Trying to figure out
The right way to say things
Warmed,
By the ashes
Of dead life.
I get the feeling,
That I...
Am worth the tears.
I too turn to writing when things seem routine or can't be immediately changed,when anger sorrow or void entail the moment, when overwhelment has no answer.Yes I too turn to writing. I like to write of beauty but not all things of life are beautiful though most are. Either way writingis the one freedom we all have to turn to......
This is a very nice poem, I like it a lot.