I knew too much about life at a young age
Spent a lot of time dreaming about better days
Where money wasn’t an issue and life went on as usual
But when I voiced any of those dreams, laughter fell down upon me
Maybe they didn’t mean it, after all, they never could afford it
Because dreamin’ was for fools and artists
Neither one can pay the mortgage.
It took two more decades before I’d voice those dreams again
And this time, I had a softer place to land
Even though I couldn’t digest it, I tried again and got better at it
For those who believe, never want me to stop dreaming
It’s been tough to silence the critics, which mostly live in my attic
But I won’t let another two decades pass, listening to a bunch of asses
It’s easy for boundary-less people to confuse boundaries with control because most boundary-less people can’t fathom why there needs to be a line. This week’s #poetry prompt is imperfect. It’s been my hardest one to write, yet.
You’re broken and without hope, but won’t take anyone’s lifeboat Excuses, complaints, and worries about what-ifs send you straight to the deep dark pits So dear friend, take our hand It’ll only be as hard as you make it Because there’s no judgment in our eyes It’s never too late and you are worth it. –Continue reading “You Are Worth It”