Sometimes I wish I was better at
giving up.There are so many things in this world
that I am simply not built to do
but no matter how much that tiny voice in me
screams in frustration
telling me to stopI can't.
Everyone is always so sure
that with enough effort
They can do anything.But still,
a butterfly will never swim
and a whale will never fly
no matter how hard it tries.And yet,
What creature flutters so gracefully
from flower to flower
as the butterfly does?What creature swims as majestically
Singing its beautiful song
As the whale does?This is in the same way
I,
a PoetWill never paint such glorious portraits and landscapes
as the artist who wields
pencils and paintsAnd that artist
Will never skillfully write flowing stanzas
with such vivid imagery
as I,
a poet.Therefore,
I shall don my pen
And continue to paint those
vivid images
with masterfully crafted
flowing
words.

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PoetryJust a few poems I put together throughout quarantine because I had nothing better to do with my life. Quick warning, some of these deal with dark themes and mental illnesses, such as suicide and self-harm. If you are sensitive to these sorts of top...