War Against A Thousand Scorching Tongues

Paint me with the colours of woe
And bathe me in the hue of your wrath
Plaster your gloom on my vibrant soul
And drown my wings in the blue sea
But I shall keep roaring.

Tell me my dreams are invalid
And I live in a candy-flavoured world
Remind me the sky is the limit
And then place me under a glass roof
But the sun shall be my foot stool.

Tell me my words are stale and sterile
Deafen your ears when I speak
Scorn me when I show my hearty art
And say my ambition is too grand
But who whispers when you can roar?

I am a writer of truth
You will not rain on my parade!

Author's Note

I'm back finally! School has held me up for a long time. I hope you all take the time to read this. It is directed at those who try to discourage me and urge me to repress my talent because it is "boring". It actually happened to me! I had to come back here,to my second home, so as to find inspiration again.

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

a wonderful anthem. a mantra. keep roaring. Well done.

[Vidya Bacchus]

That's right .Don't let anyone tell you that you are not good enough because you are really and excellent writer :)

[Leslie Philibert]

Nice job, like your work, and not boring, you have talent..

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Touching, emotional, personal and written beautifully. I gathered many images while reading this piece. You conveyed deep feelings in such a poetic verse. I hope to revisit your pages again.

[Sami Khalil]

People who either jealous of you or being harsh and judgmental or outright mean and wicked. You know the Arab saying:" The caravan is on to its destination while the dogs are barking behind it."
A wonderful poem...:)..................

[Master K-tops]

Thank you so much. People like you inspire me so much.

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure. Any time...:).............