Hey there,
to all of you out there who has had your moments of doubt or pain or anger…I’ve had mine too, even in my best times. Sometimes we spend so much time feeling those feelings without realising being mad at someone hurts more ourselves. It’s okay to feel like that, and sometimes it’s even necessary.
But we have to realise that at some moment it’s good to let go of such feelings and redirect our energy to something else. So this is what I’m doing. When I finally find myself letting go of a bad situation, I write poems or songs or fiction, or I draw.
Everyone has their own way, and mine is different according to the occasion. It’s not always a good expression, not always my best poem or the best thing I have drawn…it’s more of an outlet, a way of expression.
After realising there are things or people in our lives we can’t always change, but we have to find a way to move on regardless, this is what I did. It might be a song or a poem, good or bad one, or in the middle, but either way it helps.
Letters to No One (part 3)
Slow me down,
Show me how you have been good to me throughout these years
I’m on the defensive line, thousand miles from home and I still try…
Empty tries, lifetime full of lies,
Trying to become the same as you…
Who’s to blame? It’s either real or it’s not,
It’s good or bad, I’m moving on
You tell me you feel sad
That you bleed a thousand times for all these years…
Is that okay? And does it help if I cry in the corner too?
You slow me down, you bring me down,
You turn off all the lights,
Is that cincere enough for you?
All these years, thousand shadows ‘till I saw the sun
And now you want me back
Hold me down,
Drag me down to the place where the fairytale meets the day…
I’ll stay the same
Eyes on the horizon and a thousand miles from home
But I have the best reason to move on
I’m not the same as you
Stop finding reasons why I’m wrong
I’m not the same
If I let myself be, it had been just a day of doubt
This has never been for fame,
This was to show you how I am
You should know how it is
To live a thousand lives but not your own…
Don’t be sad, one day I may be back for good.
But now…now I’m on the defensive line,
a thousand miles from home and I still try…
-Feb 02, 2011, Georgia Goldwyn
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