Untitled Poem

The other day I was sitting in my room thinking about all of the things I have committed myself to and all of the things I wish I could commit myself to, and the fact that I graduated and I’m fundraising my salary, and not gardening as much as I wish, and I have no idea what I’m actually going to do with my life but I know things that I want to do, etc. etc. And I just got so overwhelmed that I didn’t even know what to do, so I wrote. Writing is one of those things that I have to do if I want to have any semblance of sanity, and it is convenient that I love it. Sometimes I just vent, sometimes I just free write, and other times I write things that I actually want to share. So I’m going to follow suit of Lauren and share with y’all the poem I wrote that day. I hope you enjoy it (also if writing is your thing I’d love to hear feedback because I am hoping to work on my writing).

I write to keep the loneliness at bay,
to find companions in words and meanings,
in half-truths and soul-searching,
and sometimes just in fantastical stories.

I write to see beauty in the not-obvious things,
To see love where greed exists,
to see pain in the most holy of places,
to see peace in the ways of the world.

I write to remind myself of me.

I write to unlock myself,
in hopes that if I can learn to share myself with a pen and paper, I can learn to do the
same with the people I love

I write to join in on an ancient conversation,
for not one of my thoughts are fully or originally mine.

I write to travel to places that I may never physically be.
To step foot on the moon and wonder at the earth,
to climb trees in the jungle and to smell the spices of the Middle East surrounding
me.

I write to understand the world through other’s eyes,
to find more importance in their views and less in my own.

I write to lose myself in the world,
to lose control,
to lose boundaries,
to lose the wall that forced me to see the world as an adult and to forget the wisdom
of childhood.

I write to find God where God is not expected,
because I know that God is there.

I write to feel myself,
to see where I am and to find the sore spots,
to reawaken then love and passion that have been quieted by responsibility and
scheduling.

I write to stay alive,
to stay awake,
to stay alert.

I write to inspire change in myself and in others.

I write to keep myself.

-Lindsay R

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