So your heads locked up with rhymes,
The motivation to write that poem can be hard to find,
You write 3 lines,
You write 10 lines but you wanna write more,
You want it to flow but I won’t,
You fiddle with it,
Maybe its good now,
You wonder and hope,
Your searching for that wow.
You want the reader to understand how you felt,
But you don’t really understand your self,
You see poetry is like life,
You can’t be perfect,
So why do we try to be perfect with everything we write.
I really got to focus on myself, focus on developing myself, focus on my goals.
Sometimes I get lost, I’ll be so motivated, so focused on something and then a few days later I’ll lose that motivation.
And it’s frustrating cause I know what it takes, I know what I need to do, I know all the theory, I’ve got all the ideas, it’s just the practice:
It’s the making sure, I wake up and I’ve got a plan for the day
Getting up when I stumble, when I trip and remembering the many times I have done so before,
Loving myself enough to forgive my mistakes,
Being proud of my self expression,
Not allowing my self to become small at my own expense,
Not forgetting how much I have grown and that I will continue to,
And so, so, so much more.