We were driving down the road
And I was telling him about school
Stress and pressure
What we all have to face
I told him, I get stressed sometimes
And he listened
But I can step back
-I seem to discover-
And let it go
It's only school, he says
And I know he is right
If I don't want it to stress me
-and I realise-
I don't have to let it
He then turned to me
(with eyes still on the road)
I hope we don't put pressure on you
I hope Mum doesn't
And I said no
It was true
And so I say
- which I realise as I'm saying it-
The only person who puts pressure on me
Is myself
It sinks in
I put pressure on myself
And I dictate that
I can switch it on and off
I can choose to what extent
I decide
I am in control
You know, he says,
I do want you to do well
But really,
I just want you to be happy
I could cry
I would hug him if he wasn't driving
I am so thankful
It is such a relief
He is the relief
I am going to succeed
Do you know why?
I believe it.
I know I have the potential
I know I am capable
I know I will work
and get what I want
I believe I can
So I will
This is not
An epiphany within a conversation
Not an enlightenment
Or realisation
It was an acknowledgement
A reminder
Of what I already knew
It was a slap in the face
I am here, notice me
And I did
I do
Because I am in control
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the hurricane that is my brain + other poems
PoetryFor some reason I thought it would be a good idea to share my amateur poetry with the Internet. Literally just a rambling of my thoughts and ideas which I make sound more pretentious than I am so I feel more intelligent. I would really appreciate if...
