Pity Party ~ OpenLinkNight
Pity Party
Do you know I have dreams that actually mean something to me?
They are not presented to you for belittling
nor are they shared in hope that you will help me see the light.
I want you to get excited...to feel what I feel
Then perhaps you could understand.
You speak to me of sacrifice as though I know nothing
With just one sentence you lay to waste
what has so far constituted my entire existence
I know sacrifice...all too well
I also know what it means to sacrifice for naught.
I'm a big girl now. The inevitable consequence of being born
It happens, one day, one week, one year at a time
Despite sacrifices I have still learned
most of all I have learned about what I don't want
and it slips from my tongue before I can stop it.
For so many years I did what I thought was expected
and I admit, these things were done in hopes of reward
praise, dollars, love...but always left empty
Now, my cup overflows with joy
despite a rapidly declining bank account
Now, it is a a different kind of guilt I battle
because in my knowing, what I do not want
has been revealed to all
along with the proof needed for you to see
I can no longer hold my tongue.
All those years wasted, trying to convince myself
I was where I was supposed to be
following the divine plan...
when my soul always knew
what it was going to take.
It's been a very rough day on my shore...and I am so thankful for OpenLinkNight. This week sees the return of Joy Ann Jones...a personal favorite many of you know as @Hedge_Witch. Hoping she's ready to work some of her magic for me. I may be late to the party...but hey, I'm here! Join us at dVersePoets...let's get our therapy on!
Do you know I have dreams that actually mean something to me?
They are not presented to you for belittling
nor are they shared in hope that you will help me see the light.
I want you to get excited...to feel what I feel
Then perhaps you could understand.
You speak to me of sacrifice as though I know nothing
With just one sentence you lay to waste
what has so far constituted my entire existence
I know sacrifice...all too well
I also know what it means to sacrifice for naught.
I'm a big girl now. The inevitable consequence of being born
It happens, one day, one week, one year at a time
Despite sacrifices I have still learned
most of all I have learned about what I don't want
and it slips from my tongue before I can stop it.
For so many years I did what I thought was expected
and I admit, these things were done in hopes of reward
praise, dollars, love...but always left empty
Now, my cup overflows with joy
despite a rapidly declining bank account
Now, it is a a different kind of guilt I battle
because in my knowing, what I do not want
has been revealed to all
along with the proof needed for you to see
I can no longer hold my tongue.
All those years wasted, trying to convince myself
I was where I was supposed to be
following the divine plan...
when my soul always knew
what it was going to take.
It's been a very rough day on my shore...and I am so thankful for OpenLinkNight. This week sees the return of Joy Ann Jones...a personal favorite many of you know as @Hedge_Witch. Hoping she's ready to work some of her magic for me. I may be late to the party...but hey, I'm here! Join us at dVersePoets...let's get our therapy on!
Comments
Rough, raw and honest in its depth of feeling.
Especailly when life raises one's neck hair
Gets on our last nerve
Throwing out some swerve
And screw holding ones tongue
Unless of course it could end up getting ones bell rung..haha
I was where I was supposed to be
following the divine plan...
when my soul always knew
what it was going to take."
Hugs, sweetie. Thank you for trusting us with your heart, even when it is hurting and frustrated.
iamthat-shawna.blogspot.com
I was where I was supposed to be
following the divine plan...
when my soul always knew
what it was going to take....
love the honesty and I understand the sentiment. So happy that you come here and share your heart with us. Keep doing what makes you happy!
All the best!
and I admit, these things were done in hopes of reward
praise, dollars, love...but always left empty
Now, my cup overflows with joy
despite a rapidly declining bank account"
So many start out on that same opening trail, hoping for that same just-out-of-reach reward, but few seem to see the light in time to save themselves. Sorry to hear its been a rough one for you, my friend, but I do hope the revelations revealed herein mean a brighter future awaits.
The past is what it is - make of the future what it could be, and all that. Here's wishing you all the best!
I can no longer hold my tongue
That's good...
Poetry is very cathartic!
This was a strong, honest piece.
Very simply said. Covers a lot.
The end very strong too.
Keep it up! And thanks for your very kind comments on my poem. K.
Gene
this is ubber strong my friend
as ever - sincerity is the key;
i can see and feel you writing this one thru
gritted teeth.
tense and tough but ever so good.
"Now, my cup overflows with joy
despite a rapidly declining bank account"
Here's hoping your week gets better!
the soul strikes out.
belittling or patronizing, everyone's unique; and it's hard for any two to get enmeshed on the same wavelength.
scary, sometimes, but I think we may never succeed...oh, maybe close approximations maybe. Just look at the variations in poetry on a single topic.
this is a heartfelt piece. It rocks and quakes the soul.
word choice is striking; lines like:
I'm a big girl now. The inevitable consequence of being born.
and
most of all I have learned about what I don't want
and it slips from my tongue before I can stop it.
so true, this.
nice piece, Tash.