How is moving
Going to make any difference
If I am to be heard
I will be
Wherever I am
Don’t need to look right
Or left
Don’t need to be rich
Or poor
The sky is the same everywhere
And so are the stars looking down
They have already made it
And there is no magical place
Position or Picture
That I need to paint
Just grin and be myself
What is meant to be
Will be
And my happiness
Hinges on nothing
But my own decisions
3 comments:
If what is meant to be, will be, maybe your happiness depends less on your decisions and more on whether or not you are'meant to be happy'...
I always enjoy coming across something someone has written which in turns inspires me to write. Tonight I have you to thank for just such an inspiration.
i almost missed this one amongst all the recents posts; glad i didn't. having moved around a lot in the last few years after spending eighteen in the same place, i had to deal with leaving pieces of myself everywhere i went, and being afraid to fill it with something that wasn't me.
my problem was that, looking at the stars, they were different. i left some constellations in the northern sky and found some new ones here. and the sky itself...the texas sky is empty compared to western washington. the changes around me scared me. i didn't want to lose myself.
i wish i had this poem then, and i might not have had to learn the hard way (although that seems to be my preferred method). the lesson/realization here is so simple once you know it, and you don't overcomplicate it with excess words, i like your presentation of a ...complex simplicity, if i may use a completely ridiculous phrase
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