Hi Freewriters,
It's Abeegail again, i haven't been active for a while on hive, I have had inspiration this past few days but o finally came up with this poem. I hope you can relate.
This is to all the shitty poet,
The ones still trying to perfect their art,
The ones who never seem to be able to grasp the right words,
The ones who pour their whole existence into a poem, those who do their part,
The world would be ordinary without you, words would lose it's value.
This is to all the shitty poet like me,
Whose minds are fervent in writing, whose hands never want to stop,
Who makes sadness look so beautiful and depression a gentle breeze,
Who make happiness like the enemies potion and nostalgia a perfect lie,
Who knew emotions could be expressed in such tact words.
This is to the shitty poets, like me, that words flows in our veins and words blur our vision,
This is to us who see the world in words and experiences as a piece of art,
This is to us who needs to write to make this emotions settle right,
Those who try to write colours in the world as their mission.
This is to the shitty poets who never seem to make the words rhyme,
"It is not up to poetry standards" they say with their hands shaking,
But poetry is not words dressed in fancy clothings all the time,
Poetry is your favourite celebrity without makeup—raw, unsettling, and heartbreaking.
This is to the shitty poet,
To those who feel that their art is not good enough to be seen,
But I'll say this to you, "no one needs to appreciate your art for it to be good",
Keep writing even if it kills you, let the passion burn you and engulf you in flames,
Keep writing because someone listens and wait for the erratic movement of your pen, people like me.
It's still Abeegail ✨💗
Keeping the pen Running 🖋️
• Thanks for reading 😊
• The images used are mine.