All I know is that I got to keep going,
The destination I’m not knowing.
These writing seeds I’m constantly sowing,
Waiting for that wind of destiny to be blowing.
You’ll never know if you don’t try,
Rejection and it’s reasoning doesn’t matter why.
Closer than ever to success I cannot deny,
Anything less and I’ll be telling a lie.
Still this worthwhile journey bares some fruit,
Results inconclusive and not absolute.
The tree’s I’ve grown are strong at root,
Bolstered by good people and readers to boot.
Many of us create to beat the blues,
So don’t blame me for the two star reviews.
Something I might have made way back when,
Are possibly words I’ve moved on from since then.
Although it may still be a piece of me,
Publishing it to the world set it free.
There will be a thousand days of ‘thinking it through’,
But that writing gave me something to do.
My stuff may never be your cup of tea,
But I wrote it for me, not for you…
Yeah, it might feel a little passive aggressive but don’t judge, it’s not aimed at anyone in particular. I found this in my notes while having a clear out of half written notepads so I thought I would share it. I thought I had already put it up on here but couldn’t find the post anywhere… It captures a certain mood most creatives go through after releasing their work into the world.
We always seem to find humanity too damn late,
In times of struggle we all forget how to hate.
There isn’t a soul alive this hasn’t affected,
Never before have we been so well connected.
Even though we’re confined to our own places,
We still get to see our friends and family’s faces.
While the end seems to be nowhere in sight,
You have to believe one day it’ll be alright…
Watching the news before bed isn’t a good idea,
The media and their tactics will fill you with fear.
This whole covid deal might take quite a while
So dig deep and find a reason or anything to smile.
Play games, read books even connect online,
Reach out to others and we will all be fine.
Some folks are going out hoarding more and more,
Too ignorant to realise this is our own world war.
It’s up to us to protect the generations of old,
Because as kids it was our hands they would hold.
To survive we’re gonna need to fight,
Then I think, it’s going to be alright.
Exams aren’t the only way to measure success,
I should know because I’ve faced that stress.
It isn’t about where you are now,
More like what’s next and how.
Find your passion from politics to art,
All that matters is that you start.
So what if you didn’t make the grade,
Over time the bad feelings fade.
What happens next and what to do,
Now that is something which is up to you,
I survived that tale and made it through,
So if I could do it, so can you…
Shout out to those receiving exam results today. No matter the result I always thought it was bullshit to have the apparent weight of the world on your shoulders especially as a mid-teen thinking those results would shape the rest of our lives. As scary as they made it sound, those results didn’t shape my life, everything else that happened afterwards did. Everyone finds their own success in the end…