'Carving into Song' Poem

‘i need to be successful to gain enough milk and honey’

the physical kind as well as mental

milk and honey

one sweet, the other savory

cream and gold, resembling morning daylight

success is different for everyone

one person could be discussing fulfillment

the other just wants a sustainable job or

a personal commitment to passion

romantic or platonic affection and closeness

a desire to belong and find oneself

trying to explain to younger family, blood or chosen what to do in scenarios that seem impassable to their inexperienced hearts

explain, breathe, analyze and live

what is living if not experiencing all that life does and doesn't offer outright

i wasn't taught how to write stories

the worlds that touched the edges of my mind.

no learning how to hone that creativity was present in a classroom

and that's depressing to comprehend

all the art in the universe isn't taught

it's experienced through situations:

heartbreak

trauma

endless tears and hopelessness, begging for a reason to keep moving

monotonous car rides where the streetlights coat the midnight asphalt, gazing at the moon for the answers the heart and mind seek

seeking adventure, lust in prideful streaks

take what you can get

do what you can in the day you're living

see every day as a chance to create once more

as the sun rays touch your face, drying the night's tears

little moments of life that should be appreciated:

-the silent beat of falling water from the clouds, rain-staining your worn jeans

-being reminded that what we grasp of the universe is the size of a postage stamp. inside, every single stamp contains a million galaxies

-the quiet moments of the sunset with luminescent colors that can't be captured with a camera

- “carving the sky into song” -from a poet that inspired me to keep writing, even when i don’t think it’s worth it

-frost clinging to the trees, desperate to not be pulled away, sparkling with purposeful divinity

-patches of scattered clouds blocking out the sun momentarily

taking in serenity

being motivated, and even in the times when success feels like on the other side of

a chasm that’s too far to jump

a leap of faith is what i would say

if i wasn’t thinking about all the other extremities that come in turn with faith

doubt creeps in, ensuring us the gravity of expectations will pull us into the void

we can’t say what’s to come, only we can control ourselves in those moments

absorb the thoughts, acknowledge them, then let them float away into oblivion

fear grips the heart, preventing the possibilities with a wave of its hand

i’ll always be here, it taunts

it can control you, or you can be the one to laugh right in its face

success doesn’t come without sacrifice, you smile. do your worst.

success succumbs to failure, sometimes

but the best artists thrived off disruption and shaking foundations

of how it “supposed to be”

if scornful winds threaten to pierce and destroy,

it will be hoisted and saddled within a flying sail.

one that signals a new day breaking,

one that signals plenty of sweet milk…and honey.