Setting my Imagination Free
My freedom...
And my condemnation. imagination
Opens windows to scintillating sensations, but
Closes the doors to the realization that
When I ramble on about the things that strike me
As interesting ways to see views that
Have no limits. Please
I don't care about what you have to say
Is all the people really think of me and
They don't know what it does inside how
Reality is crushing the delicate life and
Slowly twisting the creative-killing knife as
My bitterness turns to strife because
Nobody is on my side. They
Mock me for my interests but
Wonder why I like seclusion best and
Truth be told I just want them to understand so
I bring paper to pen and I
Write out what I feel inside so that
Words turn to sentences that turn to stories that
In turn ease my worries of
Never being understood.
I've finally found a medium for
Others to read about my thoughts and
See them for their brilliancy and
Without expectations for conformity
Step into the nightmares and dreams
Created intentionally by me
So that they too can
See what I see
Know what I know
Feel what I feel
My freedom...
Not my condemnation. Poetry
Opens windows to scintillating sensations, and
Actually opens the doors to the realization that
When I ramble on about the things that strike me
As interesting ways to see views that have no limits
Other people can understand me when
I level with them and give them the tools necessary to
Widen their perspectives temporarily and
Clear the fog that separates my world from theirs.
When it comes to communicating effectively
At least for me
Poetry is a necessity that
Breaks barriers and sets words free to
Truly mean what they mean
But first and most importantly
It closes the divide
So my imagination
Can finally become
Reality
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