Though my passion for poetry may be stronger than steel,
It symbolizes a vulnerable extension of me I don't usually reveal.
Read with care while you dissect every rhyme.
My existence is dependent on every poetic line.
Emerson, Cummings, and Whitman inspire.
Nothing new, nothing old, save a poet's desire,
Crafting lines to ease the troubles that hinder his mental health.
Like many poetical geniuses before me, I write solely for myself.
Originality is the bane of every creative mind.
Artistic endeavors get more difficult with the passing of time.
We struggle tirelessly to be unique yet relevant,
For something truly amazing and irreverent.
Must every creative mind experience this pitfall?
Delusion and confusion upsetting us all,
Fighting fabricated wars we made real in our mind.
Perhaps all artists inherit the curse in their own time.
The enemy of the creative process is doubt and regrets.
Therefore, release the sorrows and the pain that upsets.
Walking the line of the living and the deceased,
I find my inspirations and creativity increased.
Lose Yourself In Your Craft
What Motivates You?
Published by Family Friend Poems January 2020 with permission of the Author.
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ABOUT THE POET:
I discovered my intense love for the literary arts at an early age. I would constantly fill composition books left and right with progressively more detailed and colorful poetry and short stories. A sudden brush with Death’s cold grip and a Traumatic Brain Injury set me back a good ways, but therapy and dedication keep me moving forward....