Even if it's wrong

Following the shadow of my lost and distant dreams,

longing for the smile once before

Nothing really matters or is close to what it seems,

trying just to even up the score

 

Pathways lead me walking to a place I don’t belong,

weaving here and there along the way

Counting out my steps I wonder, who could be so wrong,

shouting out with nothing much to say

 

Why is this so difficult these worried twists and turns,

when my eyes can see what waits ahead

Finding each mistake is how another never learns,

maybe it was something that I said

 

Can’t you please direct me to the comfort that I seek,

just a guiding hand to point the place

Thinking I am stronger when I feel so very weak,

see the promised look upon my face

 

Life can be so heavy in a funny wayward state,

weight upon my shoulders pressing down

Gazing to the future for the past is just my fate,

poetry becomes my thorny crown

 

So I sit here writing out my feelings once again,

fighting fast and hard throughout the night

For it is a curse, my hand just can’t put down this pen,

even if it’s wrong, these things I write

Author's Note

I hope you enjoy this.

Reviews

[D. Mansfield]

so true, it seems most nights i am awake at 2-3am, always writing something, even if it is wrong. I find nuggets, here and there when i read back thru the mountains of drivvel. this poem jives with one of my mantras "let's do something, even if it is wrong" I like to keep the wheels turning, sometimes the "lost" places I end up are interesting. Thank you for this thought provoking poem

[willweb]

Thanks for readding and understanding where I am coming from. It is funny the things we can see if we just look around from time to time. Thanks again

[Ayvid N]

I enjoyed contemplating upon your words here. As life progresses, we lose the joy in merely existing as we did in our youth. There is a diffuse anxiety for no reason and an uncertainity about life even though we see things with more clarity than we ever did. Our baggage too seems heavier than before. I think we are redeemed by our writing. It is what keeps us going and gives us the courage to face certain inevitabilities. So let your pen flow because nothing can come out of it but good and positivity. Keep shining!

[willweb]

Thanks so much my friend. I don't know, often it all just feels like a big waste of time but, I've got the time so I write. I appreciate all your kindness and support my sweet friend.

[Ayvid N]

You are welcome. I often moved away from writing but have lately realized that it isn't for others that we write but for ourselves. It is an integral part of our wellbeing. So we must go on regardless of the dissapointment we feel sometimes.

[Chris Shaw]

There is nothing wrong in putting to paper our feelings. Something which has been done by poets for centuries. Not only that it can be a healer, help throw a bit of light on a burden sinking us. Thank you will.

Chris

[willweb]

Yep, you are right about that Chris. And sometimes getting our frustrations out in writing make everything seem so much better.

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too Will.
"So I sit here writing out my feelings once again,
fighting fast and hard throughout the night
For it is a curse, my hand just can’t put down this pen,
even if it’s wrong, these things I write"
I understand the above lines. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[willweb]

Thanks so much my friend. Happy this one touched you

[Coyote Poetry]

It did and you are welcome Will.

[Nisreen]

Sometimes we see the rabbit’s hole
And our mind jumps right in there
Knowing we will get lost in words, time and space
Though it’s wrong
We do it, hopefully to find light

[willweb]

I agree my friend. Though there are times when I ask myself what is it all for and then I see comments from people who enjoy my work and I smile then think...that's it. Thanks so much Nooni.

[John the Baptist]

Indeed, keep writing. You might also google antidepressants

[willweb]

I did google that like you suggested, and it had my picture labeled "Faker" when it came up. : ) Depression is just a state of mind and at times, some ink that flows from a happy pen. : ) Thanks my friend.