cicadas to city dreams
so easily are we lost
in the bustle hustle
growing up suburban
sidewalks were canvases
meant only for my chalk
meant only for creatures I’d create
in the city, it’s vibrant
with people of diverse
colour and aspirations
of becoming even bigger than
what our parents could’ve ever wished for us
staying up late nights, I’m
drowning in all the things I swore I’d do
I’m reminded of the nights I’d spend sleeping,
dreaming of worlds I’d build and lives I’d change
it’s easy to think you’re not good enough
when there’s all this mess in front of you
but find quiet pockets in time
tranquility in a book, in a warm coffee
because regardless of wherever you are
(or wherever you wish you’d be)
there’s nothing wrong with where you are
it’s easy to think you’re not good enough
when there’s all this mess in front of you
This is our common thread. Fantastic vision. Wonderful share. Life offers many things to heal from but moments of tranquil beauty as you point out very well.
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I love the reference to chalk on the pavement. You can still do that downtown!
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Yessss – tranquility in a book, in a warm coffee. ☺️
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This is an amazing piece that reverberated with me, and the underlying ‘gratitude’ theme
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I have to say that I am a poet and I’m a fan of your poetry. I love the way you write.
There are very few posts that I don’t enjoy. Thanks for your fresh and vibrant voice.
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“there’s nothing wrong with where you are!” Well said!
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