Self Reflection

After frustration towards myself, I had to look at what went wrong. This is my conclusion.

When did it become for fame

My words became just a promotional game

Where did the true meaning of my desire

Somehow, I became a fame chasing liar

Maybe all my feelings deep within

Their words are starting to wear thin

Maybe the virus of longing got ahold of me

Making me write my words so impatiently

A wise man once spoke

“Know the meaning behind what you wrote”

If the meaning is for money or fame

Than you will never put the masters to shame

My words once guided by heart

Where did these impure intentions start

When did it all become tainted in such a way

Never truly meaning the words that I say

I have been driven off course but now can see

Exactly what writing truly means to me

My love, my friends, my life

The joy, the tears, and all the bitter strife

My personality split into millions

Reaching out for other civilians

Speaking truths that lies within

Light hearted thoughts with a twist spin

My voice which has no voice

Words spoken for those with no real choice

And opinion that doesn’t seem to matter

Not just some fancy sound to climb up a ladder

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

One person wrote... writing is like the death of perfect friend, we write to put those friends to bed. We create them and then let them go. For some that death is infact a release of stress. Another person wrote... writing is like giving birth to a perfect dream. One where every line, stroke, letter, color, emotion and description is something that we hope to obtain, knowing it is only a dream. But that dream provides hope.

I like your poem because it speaks of that process and moment in time when someone realizes that they lost their way on the road of ink and had to take a step back to find out what had happened. It's relatable and comes across with good vision.

Thanks so much for sharing your words!
Aaron

[Beth Lindsay]

I really appreciate the words of wisdom. Thank you.