Everyday I ask myself,
“What am I doing with my life?”
And sometimes… I feel fear when the words escape my mouth–
Like they are running into the unknown,
Quickly being ripped away from me
Without giving an answer to the emptiness I am left with.
I meet a crisis everyday.
I ask myself when this anxious feeling will end
So I can begin again,
But I haven’t found the solace yet.
I haven’t discovered relief from the questions.
Today I ask myself,
“Am I a part of the living, or am I closer to death?”
A Poet's Pen 
These poems really speak up and create their own voice. I really liked this one as well as “Angel”, “The Lack Of”, and “Heavy Listening.” 🙂
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Can see you hurting beneath your new red dress
Beneath your sharp new shoes and your new tattoos you are directionless
And I know you’ve been working as hard as you can
To pre-empt the question, the expectation and I understand
From the moment the phone alarm cuts the morning in two
To the moment you close your bedroom door and all that’s left is you
There are a thousand auditions you didn’t quite get through
So many masks to wear, so much weight to bear but you were only ever you
You were glorious you, you were glorious
Be glorious you, glorious you, glorious you
With your mixed-up metaphors, your messed-up makeup
Glorious you
With your tongue-tied tragedy, your too-small t-shirt
Glorious you
So don’t you worry all things must end
There are sunlit uplands around the river bend
Come on now if we all pull together
We can lift up the weight of the world from your shoulders
Lift up the weight of the world from your shoulders
Just for a moment or two and be glorious you
Glorious you, glorious you
You were glorious you
You were glorious you
You were glorious you
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