in the face of –
darling, you simply don’t have what it takes –Β
you have to believe that you do.
because if you don’t, then what the hell is it all for?
what is it for,
if you are a mere memory, ever fading, whispered on the wind that will never brush your long-gone skin?
what is it for,
if your life’s work is only what you have created at the behest of others,
filed away in a forgotten archive
until, archive found, a person never to be known to you decides that since
your name is unknown to them and unknown to whom they are beholden
you were irrelevant anyway?
and then you are gone
what is it for,
if you cannot believe in yourself?
what is it for?
what is the essence of you?
what does what you have left behind
say,
about you?
do not let them tell you
that for which you yearn is of no relevance
that the only way is the way from which you turn
that success is not worth chasing
that the aching in your bones is only physical
that you can take pills for that
that you can put all that to one side
that
is wrong.
Keep writing.
That is who you are.
This is my belated entry to the Dverse Open Link Night, that lovely poets pub was open for business for poetry old and new, of any kind. I, on the other hand, was not open, so I hope there are a few poets lounging around today, nursing a pint of craft beer or a single malt whiskey.
It surely isn’t too late to take part – why not pop on over there to join in or just read some varied and wonderful work?