![]() untitledA Poem by Britteny![]() Had a hard time with this but felt it was necessary![]()
Messy as life can often be
I am struggling can't they see? Swimming so hard up stream Trying to obtain my dreams When did I grow up and out? Used to be without any doubts Now jaded burned Lessons so painfully learned I don't feel any older than before But life is a stressful bore No longer a youthful teen But stuck somewhere in between Playing dress up and the real thing I still love to write create and sing I still love my music loud I was pulled out of the clouds Quite some time ago No longer a wide eyed doe Still a moody poet how am I the same Chances blown I have no one to blame Failure on so many parts All has suffered even my art Watching those around me grow What in the world do I have to show Weighing myself against these I do less and less of what I please Struggling just to mentally get by My savor my best ally Is always by my side Lifting me up when I frown Able to turn my smile upside down We have traveled all over I guess I found my four leaf clover The reason I keep going on All of my love drawn © 2018 BrittenyAuthor's Note
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Added on May 10, 2018 Last Updated on May 10, 2018 Author![]() Brittenynever ending winter and snow....middle of blizzard nowwhere, OHAboutMy name is Britteny I am 35 years wise. I have been a member of Writer's Cafe for somewhere around 17 odd years now. I am occasionally create new pieces or get around to entering some scribbles from .. more..Writing
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