Much like a tree or a star
I long for my I long for my thoughts to become like seeds
To grow into tangled branches and become like a tree
At least then convincing me would be easy
That all of this chaos actually had meaning
That the explosions and landmines experienced by my heart
That ripped and tore whilst breaking into a million pieces
Was a sign of something robust?
That my mind under pressure and in chaos
Would be like a star formed by force of gravity and dust
When am greenest and fullest, my brightest
That is a sign that I might fall and explode
And the remains of me might help others grow
And the remains of me might help others to glow
But remaining in a million pieces like dust is anxiety’s trick
For I am a cloud full of potential
And on fertile ground I rest
And from broken pieces like dust, I rise up like a phoenix
Not because I want to die again but because of my purpose, YES!
Yes, the test of fate overcome when I overcome me
And like a star, the energy and chaos in me helps somebody
So, you see I long for my thoughts to become like seeds
To grow and to glow in my own eccentric, chaotic melody
So, telling myself this wouldn’t be so hard for me
That all of this chaos actually has meaning!
BY Beautiful Confusion….
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A shadow of silhouettes
PoetryAs humans we paint a fabricated picture of who we are and what we stand for. We are caught in pits of hells as we try to impress the status quo of a today society's...
