Some of you may know that I sometimes enjoy writing poems using what people search for. This poem is another inspired from the search.
I’m just another dreamer
wishing to get inspired
in the same place
where I find guidance
to make a change for the better.
Who am I?
I am a poem in a person’s body
one of those gym people
and lover of life,
who sees the beauty in inspiration
who guidance in the struggle the world gives me.
Who am I?
I’m just another dreamer
I’m going to let my thoughts flow out. I hope you do not mind the random ramblings of a lone dreamer, lost in her own heart. It was tightened up for so long that I grew to really miss it. I tried to feel it and share it but my heart was locked far away among the elastic bands of stress and worried. Chained behind what other people said and did around me. My heart was bolted down to the walls of my consciousness, just beyond my reach, where I could not free it.
Yet I tried. I tried to express the stress that weighed me down. I tried to write about what was wrong, but I could not express. I could not find the words to shout that I had lost the thing I hold so dearly. The one thing that makes me myself was trapped and locked by the world around and I could not get to it.
It started rationally, yet quickly. I had to change my life, move to a new home. I had to unpack and be settled. Yet, settling did not happen. There was something that I forgot to take with me, some how in the busyness of life I forgot where my heart belonged. Still I knew it was around, until one day I did not. One day after weeks had passed I looked for myself, my heart and it was gone. My focus on work, and writings, and doings, and goings, and everything else that seemed so important had locked away my heart, my deepest being, until I was a stressed human with no true identity.
Funny how you can lose who you are so fast and hardly even notice. Something so valuable to us all is so easily lost, like a golden band worn on a finger or a diamond stud worn in your ear.
Thankfully I unlocked my heart and threw off the chains that held it away from me. Happiness and relief overwhelmed me, because I was me, I was whole and I am loved. You can not feel true love when your heart is chained down with stress and worries. So now with my heart freed I will dance and share the beauty that a freed heart sees.
The moral of the story is don’t lock your heart away with the stresses and worries of this world or you will lose something so beautiful, so magical and the one thing that makes you who you are. Let your heart be free at least a little each day.
I hope you enjoyed this and have a great day.
Oh and if you look at the categories you should be able to tell I have no idea what category this goes in.
Oh sad and crumpling world
where the non-judgmental judge,
where those who fight for the future
live in the past,
and where beauty is
as fragile as a single word.
What a poor pitiful world
where beauty and art
can only be seen striped of dignity,
where nonconformist conforms,
and integrity is torn from away from morals.
What a sad, sad world
where one shouts, “Be who you are,”
as they push you into a mold.
Can you not see my beauty?
do you not understand my soul?
I am not simply a body.
I do not need your mold.
Yes, what a sad, pitiful, crumpling world.
It is a world that breaks my very being,
so I will walk away.
I will continue to stand where others will fall.
I will see the beauty in dignity,
art in the unmodified,
and be at peace,
because I do not judge those who judge
do not condemn those who condemn
and love all.