A poets dread

Is ribboned

Around dull evenings

Of black

Blue.

Biggest fears

Glisten in the suns rays

Torn between yes

And always No.

No.

No.

Over and over again -

An unending reel of bullshit

Spewed from angels eyes.

Patience

Perseverance

Resilience

Repeat.

Times two

Three..

Yet how many spins

Does it take to circle the sun

To prove that you're a planet?

How many moments

Uncertainty

Miscalculation

Misdirection

Underappreciation

Would you endure

Before peeling?

This dread begins

Where everything else

Collapses.

When the stars no longer twinkle

Mornings light turns sour

Evenings dew turned to stone

Eternity of longing - for what?

Patiently stand

Wait

Hear

Speak

Don't say what you want to say

Don't be who you are

Don't give it your all

In the end

What's your purpose?

Turn another cycle

Of linen lined promises -

Torn and cracked

Words often unspoken

And see how delicate they were

When you're tattered and worn.

Dread ensues

When there's nothing left

To say

To feel

To entertain.

When letters

Are merely light-shaded

Fireflies

Drawing closer and closer

To Icarus' demise.

There are no fools here

Just unleaded promises

Empty designs of

Support

Respect.

Dread comes

When exhaustion takes hold -

When there is no longer wind

To carry your sails

Or lift your sweet kites.

Grains of sand between your toes

Sudden shards of glass.

Fighting so hard

For something.

To be

Glorious

Supportive

Loving

Purposeful.

Take away a poets purpose

And what words will fall?

What coincides with their ending?

Who stops counting the rain drops

When no one is there to see them?

When do you stop trying,

If no one acknowledges you exist?

How hard will you fight

If they've already forgotten?

A poets deepest dread

Not longing

Not being lost

Forgotten

Discarded -

And ultimately

At a loss for sweetness.

One day when life is kinder to you - I hope that you find the voice you had lost to those hardships. You are capable of discovery, explore it before you cannot see the picture anymore. From one writer/poet to the next, you're worth more than every moment they doubted you. You'll live, you'll love, you'll fly.