Tears of Agony, Flame of Perseverance
Hampered by my fear of failure.
Hampered by my fear of uselessness.
Hampered by my fear of futility.
I take a step forward,
and cry over my lack of confidence.
I berate myself for being a coward,
and tell myself that crying is a sign of weakness,
which causes me to cry harder.
My tears paralyze me,
and lock me into an endless cycle of horrible memories
and recurring nightmares.
They do not ease the pain,
at least I tell myself they don't,
as I feed myself the words of others
that have naught a good thing to say of me,
and who would rather point out my flaws and shortcomings,
than praise me for my good deeds.
At this moment,
I take their unkind words as gospel,
and use them to justify another attempt at erasure.
After all,
with so many people speaking ill of me,
despite the good that I have done them,
their words must be true...right?
On the other hand,
No, I truly do not believe this is so.
For I am not what they say I am.
Pish posh,
Why is everyone harsh?
I have achieved so much,
yet get belittled as if I have done little to nothing.
But, I cannot stop now.
No matter how foul.
I am my very own being.
I have feelings, too.
As much damage as I receive,
the stronger I heave.
I have so much to do.
In this hell-driven land,
these tears are never my fault.
My heartbreaks, my insults, my blame,
my everything have been locked too long in a vault.
I sought too long to redeem myself.
Asked too many people for permission
and opinion.
These tears are not defeat.
They are my key to success
to fight back on this conquest.
As I may be a minor character,
all minor characters are known to rise higher
as does a small ignited fire.
-A Collaboration by: Memory that haunts like ghosts and Snow that flutters down like feathers
Note: Welcome to my 100th poem, everyone! Thank you for all the support you all have given me. heart I enjoy every moment that I have time to write my work of art. Day by day, I increasingly get better on writing my poetry, including having better grammar. (I sincerely apologize for the grammar errors on my past written works) redface There is never a day where I never have any idea of what to write. My mind is always running like a clockwork gear. biggrin Anyways, I hope you enjoy this poem, and I apologize for the lateness. I look forward to writing more in the future as I hope the same for you all. Thank you again.
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Hello my readers, I am Snow that Flutters down like Feathers. I am a poet on Gaia Online and Tumblr. I have been writing since 2013.
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