The artist in me,
Feels like it needs to escape.
Where is this feeling coming from?
I want to be able to unravel,
And slowly float,
Like the wind that calls to me.
Where would I go?
What would I hold on to?
I want to fly,
But I refuse to let my feet lift off the ground.
So I run.
I race the earth
And feel free..
Closer to you,
Closer to truth.
Just a few more steps,
And I’m with you.
A place I never knew,
A place I always overlooked.
But I wake up before I make it,
I don’t know if I was there,
I wonder if I ever will be,
All I’m left with is questions, unanswered.
So I play my music,
And wait,
Until this feeling is strong enough,
To lift me up,
And keep me off the ground
Long enough so that place is found.
*This was an improvised poem, so it may sound a little different that the last few that I posted, it was written as an attempt to describe a feeling that was going on inside me. With a little imagination, I put the feeling into words.
Different, but worth posting, because of its authenticity…
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This felt like the poem of a brilliant artist plagued with tension and anxiety. I got anxious reading it actually.
ReplyDeleteI liked it quite a bit.
I enjoyed the structureless-ness of the poem a lot. It made it feel more real. You weren't confined by rhyme schemes or syllable counts or anything: it was just your feelings... raw..
I think this is a really interesting poem because I can read it a dozen times and feel differently every time. It conveys anxiousness, worry, love and hope all at the same time.
I don't know if that was your intention, but it was masterfully done. Bravo
Thanks Justin!
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it. It wasn't written for anyone in particular, just an emotion that I needed to let out. Thanks again for the support! ;)