So, a poem about going for it

At a meeting

Trying to engage

Keeping a smile on

Feigning interest

Pretending to be invested

Longing to be inspired

Knowing it is impossible

Gotta have my own

Until I do, I must suffer

Creators are restless

We need to do our craft

Suppression is pain

Sleep is kept at a minimal

Unless the creation is released

Meaning of life is muted

Reiterating the need to go for it

To do my own thing

Forge a path for me

Not follow someone else’s

I can’t continue this any longer

No more dream building for them

No effort for naught

The time has arrived for my genesis

I am ready to fly


No longer toting an albatross



© August 27, 2018

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I have tons of education and don't use it! I am non-traditional and traditional rolled into one person. I am a Christian, but need work! I am conservative fiscally, but I could care less who someone marries. My favorite things to do are: hang out with my kid, watch movies, read, write, sing, dance, love, live life to the fullest! I love: my kid, my cat, my best guy D, God, rain, chocolate, Christmas, friends, cats, animals in general, honesty, avocados, love, Hallmark channel, iced coffee, Harry Potter, NYC, England, Italy, D.C., Paris and autumn.

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