Sing In The Elevators, Park, and Parking Lot
I used to be so good
at singing without caring what others think
now I care so it no longer is art
it's merely ego
I need to sing for the sake of my voice
no longer hiding light
out of worry it may be snuffed out again
singing is important
singing is strength
and singing is far bigger than me
I have to remember that
next time my brain tells me
I ought to silence my soul's most prevalent strength
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Singing sparks something
Even in the ones who can't sing
And depend on the wind
To keep their weak voices from cracking.
Sing.
Sing songs, sing poems, anything.
The mind is too logical
To understand the yearning of our hearts.
This is definitely true. I can relate because I'm good at drawing and once I started getting attention it all went to my head and I no longer was an artist but a prisoner to thoughts of others. So I 100% agree with your message. Great job. Check out some of my work when you get the chance.
Aysia Jay
This is extremely insightful, and true. I think that a lot of people can understand and relate to this poem. The influence and opinoins of other people have grown so important that it changes who we are.
rubykaur
WONDERFUL...I SING AS WELL....SO I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT U R TALKING ABOUT...THAT SELF-DOUBT OR FEAR THAT SETS IN...WHILE SINGING...I COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND...HENCE I FEEL YOUR POEM...AND IT IS REAL.
Yeah I sing to myself sometimes. This is a super cool poem, sing on poet n write on. Thumbs up.
. pls do review my latest poem too, I'm quite new here but have been writing elsewhere for ages and readers say they get messages for life from my poems. So pls add your thoughts under it.