I Exist

Well that's my belief, anyways.

Music. Art. Photography.
Sculpture. Literature...
All these different ways
we have invented
to express ourselves.
We dig in and grab handfuls
of that seething mess
that crawls around inside,
and we smear it out onto
the pages, the walls, the air.
Struggling to make the outside
match the inside.

All of it telling something different,
all of it screaming the same thing;
Look at me. I'm here.
Acknowledge my
existence.

Author's Note

Just let me know what you think.

Reviews

[New Dawn]

Wow! what a beautiful poem and so so acurate. Isn't that what we are all doing here? shouting from the rooftops - look what I can do! i can't find fault with this poem, loved it, especially the image of smearing our talents across the walls. Brilliant!

[Leslie Philibert]

Like this a lot, a poem about the need to get attention and acknowledgement, so a great subject, written about well. You do not write crap - delete this from your bio !....

[paradoxical]

Haha! Thank you for thinking so. I'm just never satisfied with what I write. Sorry I haven't posted anything in a while. I have been on another site trying to work it out.

[Sami Khalil]

I like the concept... Thank you for sharing.

[GunMetal]

Brilliant. This is so elegant in describing what we're doing as artists, it's like remembering something we never knew.
"Struggling to make the outside
match the inside."
I applaud you.

[Emily B]

you've described it perfectly