The Seeds We Sow

The Seeds We Sow

A Poem by Con Campbell

The Seeds We Sow
Why do we let others define us? Who is anybody to tell any single one of us who we are, what we can be?
Sometimes you just need a tiny victory.


This is my empire,
Where I e'er return to.
Burn out not your fire,
These days, there are but few.

Ideas come, ideas go,
What's left but an ember?
These are the seeds we sow,
You're not your faults, remember.

Demons come in all forms,
Stifling what makes you.
Fear not, weather their storms;
Don't allow them to break through,

Light defeats dark, find your torch,
Disallow the thought, you're a mountain.
Craft your weapon, ignite your forge,
Taste the eternal fountain, stop doubting.

We are strong, we are armed,
Who are they to question us?
We decide if we're to be harmed,
Do it! Surrender the pretentious.

Fate is not to be fated,
Who are you, don't be baited,
Life gives us so little,
Plant your feet, don't be brittle.

© 2018 Con Campbell

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This is a beautifully inspirational message. I am 100% in favor of your suggestion here. I recently wrote about how loneliness can make us doubt ourselves, but that we must learn to believe in ourselves, even if it seems nobody in the world cares to even know us. In your poem, you speak of the ways other people can actively knock us down, but also being totally dismissed by others can have a similarly shattering effect. Either way, you've written a recipe for self-reconstruction, no matter how your self-esteem has been crushed. With the many sad writes on this website, your message is a much-needed pep talk, but not stated in a preachy way at all (((HUGS))) fondly, Margie

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Added on December 19, 2017
Last Updated on February 25, 2018
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Con Campbell
Con Campbell

Hull, Yorkshire, United Kingdom

I believe that the best writing is supposed to be raw; it's meant to be an accurate representation of what's inside of us. It conveys our darkest depths and our brightest heights. I expose myself .. more..