The people i grew up with, the ones i believed knew best, whom i looked up to—are the very people who find my dreams irrational. they see a person without a plan, as if i don't know what i'm doing with my life. in fact, it's positively the opposite
i am at the point where there are only one or two people who trust in me and who notice my talent for what i love. for now, that is all i need to keep moving forward, leaving useless conversations silent as i walk away and negative energy to rest with what i have no time for
until the day i flourish and everyone sees
the power i drew from their skepticism and doubt
the inspiration they've granted to help guide me
and everyday that passed when i struggled for someone to understand
anyone to listen like it was the needed air to breath
My journey hasn't been easy
nor have such comments or actions prevailed happily
but still each and every single one of them
seeds the creativity
the drive and motivation
to write these words
and better understand the importance
of loving myself
and all supporting me.
-see me for who i am not who i was
YOU ARE READING
You
Poetry"You"- meaning the you personally and You aside from me. This book talks about the You individually and going through times when you are your own light but, also when all you see and when all you feel is darkness. The You I dream about and need and...
