Would you Believe me if I Said?

-

 


Photo by Yohann Lc on Unsplash

Would you believe me if I said


That I used to dread

the life that I've led

And everything I wished for, instead

Is about to be read


I used to dream my life was a show

Filling stadiums row after row

Everyone catching my flow

Till my fame could no longer grow


I wanted everything this world could bestow


But then, to my surprise

I learned that this came at a price

Cause it wasn't okay for a niña nice

To roll the dice, to have so much spice


Everyone told me it just wasn't wise


To pursue fortune and fame

So my fantasies I had to tame

Thinking like this brought me such shame

I shouldn't be wanting so much acclaim


I had to find a new aim


So I focused on school

On following every rule

And obtaining every tool

That would keep me from becoming a fool


And while I said, "yeah, this is cool"


Inside me, I knew

I confessed it every Sunday on my pew

That I longed to be part of the few

Who were free enough to follow their own hue


Change the world with every word that I spew


See, I've kept all of this hidden

For 28 years, these words have been bedridden

Because my desires, they seemed forbidden

Everything I said I wanted was chidden


It just wasn't something I felt I could bid in


So I got on a plane

And focused on feeding my brain

Sometimes it felt like I was going insane

The confusion, the angst, it's so hard to explain


But now I know, nothing happens in vain


In the process I found more than just myself

I fed my soul with every book on my shelf

Took to heart the words, 'know thyself'

And realized it's okay to be sort of an elf


You just have to make peace with not understanding it all yourself


I loved my degree, don't get me wrong

It's just, I often felt I didn't belong

The years went by, and I played along

But my conviction was no longer as strong


So I would often just escape in a song


That's when the depression started

When I couldn't even fathom what I'd been granted

I'd become completely brokenhearted

From who I'd been, I had completely departed


It felt like my journey had by others been charted


I realized this was part of becoming an adult

It seemed to be life's natural result

But to a younger me, it was an insult

becoming part of what seemed like a cult


A system that punishes those who want to catapult


Letting dreams die, man that's just cruel

How to go on if you just have no fuel?

It's so bad we tell our youth they're a jewel

Then invoice them for our mistakes accrual


We're all desperate for a renewal


For years I've tried

To remain wide-eyed

To set aside my pride

And stop living like Jekyll and Hyde


I just want peace on the inside


So I've recently started to write

Man, my chest was getting so tight

I'm not focused on getting it right

I just want to go back to the light


And maybe I'll make it this time, I might


I can feel it in my gut, the bile

When I think about what I could defile

By sharing the thoughts I compile

But even if it takes a while


I hope that eventually, I'll be able to smile

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

La Pesadilla

-
Image
Un día desperté Sudando por lo que soñé Y al darme cuenta que no era sueño me asusté Porque di cuenta que A mi mayor miedo me entregué Estaba viviendo en mi propia pesadilla Sentada de 9 a 5 en una silla Así pasaba mi día a día Sin lograrlo todavía  Diariamente rendida ante la hipocresía Es verdad que el trabajo dignifica pero es que el propósito también aplica Porque si no lo rutinario te salpica Y cuando menos te das cuenta, ya nada te identifica No soy la misma idealista que a los diecisiete Las cuentas, la migración, la adultez cortaron mis fantasías con machete Aunque no me guste, no me llene, sí importa el billete Y una década bastó para mandar a mis sueños lejos en cohete No es que esté infeliz, que esté triste Es sólo que es raro, ¿viste? Pensar en todo lo que no te atreviste A hacer cuando el chance tuviste ¿Será verdad eso de que nunca es tarde? A veces el alma me arde Por dejar de ser un fraude  Y dejar atrás lo cobarde Pero lo admito, da miedo Pensar qu...
Read more

The Secret of Creativity: ABG (Always Be Gathering)

-
Image
  Photo by Dayne Topkin on Unsplash I’m really interested in the creative process so I spend a lot of time reading and listening to podcasts about it, and trying to learn from other ‘creatives’. By this, I mean people who make something out of nothing at the prompt of an idea, thought or emotion. I find that it is essential to clarify what one means by creative, as everyone has different ideas of what being one entails. Some contend it is those who specialize in particular forms of art or creative expression (dance, music, painting and the like). Yet, for others, creatives are those who are able to actually live off their art, but I disagree. I believe we all have creative potential. To create means to form something out of existing raw 'materials' (intangibles like sounds or ideas count too), that is in some way different from what came before it. In that sense, most things around us, regardless of their use, purpose, or production methods have been born of creativity. Howeve...
Read more

ACOTAR: The Return to my Love for Reading

-
Image
I can't even begin to describe how much I loved this series, but I'll try. The latter part of December, during which I read the ACOTAR series, was a complete blur. I was only half living in this world, most of my consciousness was elsewhere. Or rather, I should say, was in Prythian, the land where this story takes place. These books had absolutely every single ingredient I look for and love in a book. To me, they encapsulate the very reason why I fell in love with reading in the first place. I am trying to not exaggerate and not give a false overhyped review, but the truth is… I am not exaggerating and I think everything that is overhyped about these books is warranted. I will add the disclaimer that individually, not every book in the saga captured me the same way, but when talking about them as a whole I can just say… wow. And thank you, to Sarah J. Maas. It had been perhaps 10 or 15 years since I read a fantasy series. Over the last few years, I’ve favoured books that explic...
Read more