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The Gift and The Curse
The Gift:
The ability to write poetry so deeply flowing- It touches your soul without you
knowing.
It caresses your mind and removes you from yourself- It freezes all time a frees
you from yourself.
It can do things that were futile to someone else- It brings a mystical joy as you
feel things never felt.
Words on this paper become your own Life’s eraser- Seemingly removing
mistakes and making you feel safer.
It only last a few moments, Just long enough to show it- Overwhelmingly
calming and you didn’t even know it.
You relate to my words and feel at ease but unsure- My words are your
medicine, and that medicine is my cure.
It takes me away just as it did to you- But to another place, a place unseen to
you.
You must first see with my eyes, walk in my shoes- You must think with my
understanding and lose what I lose.
You must choose with my choices, talk with my voices- You must feel with my
feelings and deal with my dealings.
With these words, the heaviest of burdens I may lift- This is my ability to write
poetry, This is my gift.
The Curse:
A life of depression, stuck in a stage of regression- I used to pray to God but I
never received his blessing.
So I’m stuck here guessing, wondering if it’ll get better- Hoping everyday it will
change and using poems as my letters.
Waking up every morning sitting there yawning- Wishing it would end and to get
rid of this haunting.
Sadness looms in the air every day- And knowing that in some way it’s going to
want to come out and play.
Friends aren’t real friends so I’m left doing it alone- Hiding my true self when I
go out, Those feelings can’t be shown.
Having a brother taking away at birth and left with the hurt- You don’t want to
blame yourself but you start to and it hurts.
Losing all hope and faith in every thing- You want to leave this Life and all of the
pain it brings.
I begin to sit down and make sense of the hurt- But then I realize, This is my curse.
i really loved this poem. i understand it's concept. and in fact, i just said that it was a gift and a curse the other day, verbatim!! keep writing..i know our lives are different, but even still, we never walk it alone.
from one poet to another
This is beautiful...I really enjoyed this piece. Very creative and innovative. Much Love Jay.
Gift...curse...I know it seems like a curse at times, but you are much more aware of things than most people are, because you have this gift. Lonely, depressing, yes...I know...I went my whole life through that...but the gift is worth the pain it sometimes brings...and depression ends. It does...I know it seems endless but when you hit rock bottom the only way to go is up.