An original short poem by Lifenotabrupt
Keeping up with myself.
Originality is priceless,
and rare these days
in the look at me,
perfect me
screen lives.
Absorbed by unreal appearing real
that real is questioned.
How were we smoothly brought here
without noticing?
Because trends
are pop cultures’ matches
and we are the match box
that trends strike against.
Most relevant when first burning bright.
But as the fire trails down the match, strength is lost
and with it, it is done.
All consumed,
as only charring remains, behind.
And behind, is the next fresh match,
on the ready to spark
and replace.
Thanks for reading my short poem!
©️ 2022 by L.n.a.
In the context of my pursuit in creating my own things — entrepreneurship aspirations
Whoever I do end up sharing my ideas with the worst thing I feel is for me to share an idea with someone and they immediately doubt it and shut it down. Don’t get me wrong, I want honesty. But remember it took trust for me to share with you because I normally keep things to myself, safely protected in my mind.
The potential for your ideas are unrealized and misunderstood by people without the ears to really listen to you.
If you are like me, an introvert, choosing those you share your ideas with is a very THINKful decision, literally MINDing.
Thank you for reading from the perspective of a young woman's journeys :)
An original short poem by Lifenotabrupt
Just scratching the surface,
we all truly are,
both figuratively and literally
walking the Earth
in a patterned fashion.
It is not easy some times
to simply walk,
when the surface is muddy,
and trudging with exerted effort
with get the job done boots
is even so,
still cumbersome.
The wear on the boots
is a mirror reflecting the wear on the face.
So how am I doing?
Let the boots speak.
If you are truly willing to listen,
there is a story in the tears, and diy repairs.
Through things is apparent,
“through” very much it is.
Thank you for reading my short poem! - L.n.a
