Stitching Seams

I'm so nervous I could throw up.
Is this what it feels like to grow up?
All I know is,
Twisting my hair up into a messy bun
In a black t-shirt and ripped up jeans,
To spill my words onto a canvas panel,
Feels pretty good to me.

I'm kind of over getting told what my failures are,
Tell me my successes instead.
And I'm getting a little tired of
Cleaning up everybody's messes...
If I place the broom by the door as I leave,
Will you get the message?

I mourn things that are still
Very much alive,
Because I'm deeply afraid
Of this pain inside.
My mind has been pretending that it isn't something to insist,
And my heart will do anything to prove it exists.

Sketch letters onto a paper,
My imagination soars like an eagle
Past a skyscraper.
Words flow out like a river of music,
And I know I've found what belongs to me.
Someday,
I'll make sure that the world sees.

Reviews

[The Girl Who Loved Too ..]

And my heart will do anything to prove it exists. Beautiful words. Thanks for sharing :)

[Saddam]

Sketch letters onto a paper,
My imagination soars like an eagle
Past a skyscraper.
Words flow out like a river of music,
Your words flow dear exactly what you want. very dearfull poem. Nice I like this.