A Place To Begin

I can see all the things I want
And the path that can lead me there,
But I have no means to begin.
This struggle never seems to end
The pain of sorrow is my best friend.
Deep down in the abyss of depression,
My mind the oppressor…
Oppressing me
Open ears,
Open hearts,
And open minds;
Feelings of trust, of love
But no time.
I am so sick of those lies and contradictions.
I am screaming out to you but you have no time to listen,
To hear me
And you fear my standoffishness,
So you lightly throw about more lies and depictions of me at my worst, question my worth…
When all I want is serenity and love everlasting…
A place to begin.


Published by Phoennix

Writer and spoken word artist. I love to write poetry and short stories, my first two books are books of poetry. I am also a visual artist, wood and metal sculpting, as well as drawing and painting. I've worked in the food industry over 15 years so eating is my hobby. I hope to bring you a fresh and colorful voice on the arts and culinary worlds.

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