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A Poet's Mind

December 12, 2016
By SavanaM GOLD, Conway, South Carolina
SavanaM GOLD, Conway, South Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
"The caterpillar thought it was over, then she emerged a beautiful butterfly."


I have an eye that sees through the tears I cry
and a heart that won't allow me to fail.
I am headstrong
when it comes to trying to solve the equations of life, love, family and happiness.

I'm a walking fire starter
but I crave the open water
and the feeling of sunshine on bare skin.
However, I am just as content with the rolling clouds
and drizzly rains,
as long as I have my slippers and a few blankets to wrap myself in.

I enjoy the alone time.
For me, I'd rather spend it by myself
than give it to someone who takes more than just the blankets when they leave.

Some would call me a shot of whiskey after last call-
a last ditch effort to forget after a day that has gone on far too long-
but I am the glass of wine yet to be poured-
sweet and soothing,
a demonstration of understanding with no words spoken-
it is all about savoring.

I am the last breath of the moon
as it sets over the valley,
giving way to the brilliant sunrise.

When it comes to living my life,
I am blinded
by those who are closed minded
who cannot see beyond
what is in front of them.

I am a simple thing:
I do not see myself as beautiful
or smart
or creative,
but I love hearing I am.

I find comfort in poetry
and music
and beliefs that do not fit with the rest of the world.

Even when no one else agrees,
I find solace
in the darkness of my mind
and soul,
even though it frightens me sometimes.

Sometimes the storm grows too strong
for me to weather out
and I break,
lose control.
But the blood that falls is just that.
It will dry and wipe away
and leave me with more words to say.

My pain is a way for me to get through life
having a different mind
being born into a strange time...
no matter how much I now have to fight.


The author's comments:

This is a poem that I wrote about how I see myself in the world and how I think the world sees me.  It greatly captures what goes on in a poet's mind and I hope other poets can relate to it.  Too often, I feel like we are judged too quickly on how we appear on the outside, when, inside, we are deeper than what people think.  To be a poet in this day's high speed,instant gratification world is to go against the expectations and if you are doing that, good on you.  It is amazing.


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