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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