feels like acceptance
For You...Yes, You. Inspiration...motivation...a helping hand and hand on your shoulder.
Hey there,
You...
You know
who
wanted to connect
personally, direct
one to another, brothers and sisters in arms,
suffering through lives with absent charms
I see You struggling
finding it troubling
when the wind isn't blowing Your way
when problems suffocate come what may
sins of the past, the bed You made
are constantly consistently replayed,
when Your time in life feels overstayed
when pain beautifully, bitterly cascades
inches away from that noose trajectory
or pill-induced that comatose reverie
mere minutes from triggering
a pointless, tragic disfiguring
I want You to know, You're...You're not alone
could tell You to listen to the soothing tone
of my voice or tell You to breathe deeply, but
face it, sometimes that just won't make the cut
some days are too heavy and beaten, You just need sleep
some days the mountains You face are just too damn steep
some days You have it, some You don't
some You'll feel it, some You won't
don't worry about breathing deeply, or calming down
no need to take Your shoes off, connect to the ground
instead
do the opposite
even if
You have to sit
take a
pew, have a rest
whatever
You think is best
so
You are comfortable
comfortable and able
Now...
I want You to scream at the world for the heaviness, all of the burden
or laugh like a mad person, at nothing, from nothing, all of a sudden
swear, cast aspersions on those who wronged You, don't You hold back
launch Your one-person assault with a deadly tongue, a verbal attack
do You have a piece of crockery, plate, glass or something You can afford to lose?
I want You to find a safe space, maybe in the garden and smash whatever You choose
take that glass, take that bottle, take that plate and just smash it to smithereens
some days there is no happy horizon or deep well...some days there's just in-betweens
why not film it and rate the different explosive, savage breakages? just for the sheer what the hell
we have opportunities, moments of freedom to make memories golden, before that toll of our death bell
TikTok it, Facebook it, WhatsApp and X it, make a pretty Insta of all the pretty destruction
leave Your friends, family and followers guessing, give them no reason, rhyme or introduction
light a match, let it burn to the bottom
light a match, let it burn colours autumn
take the heady scent of burnt wood, paper and clothing
into Your lungs, watch fire's dance free from loathing
lick a blade, but just don't bite it
revel in the misery, just sit in it
momentary bliss, clarity coupled with momentary sadness, disarray and more
periods that make us smile, laugh and soar, times that rock us to our core
let loose, footloose,
leave that DIY noose
forget those pills
gun or hand drills
don't need to deal
don't need to feel
not today
right away
don't need to end it all
or get up after You fall
not today
right away
do what feels...right
even if it’s not right
do what feels like acceptance
free from external expectance
*
Thanks for reading!
Author's Notes: Even though I have a pile of unfinished/maybe finished WIPs...this came out of me and I felt it was important to go to the front of the publishing queue.
If You are struggling...this is for You. If You're not...this is also for You. It is for me, it is for us.
If You didn't catch it...here is something else...interesting...by Your's truly!
About the Creator
Paul Stewart
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.
"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson
The Accidental Poet - Poetry Collection is now available!
https://paulspoeticprints.etsy.com
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Comments (12)
I like the message in this one. Sometimes you just gotta scream!
Ah, this was great. Very rhythmic and like a song almost. I liked its ebb and flow. And its message. See, I'd like to break crockery but then you have to clean it up afterwards and there's a chance you can step on what you miss. I'm too practical for that. I really liked this, Paul.
Really liked the different pockets of repetition! Created an emphatic rhythm. Especially, "light a match, let it burn to the bottom light a match, let it burn colours autumn"
Good to see you are getting better.
Much loved.
So you want me to break things and burn things. I can't afford to lose anything. But you know what I could afford to burn? Some people in my life hehehehehehe. Loved your poem!
Oh boy, Paul. Yes to all (oops, that rhymed). But not the match, might burn the finger. How about a punching bag, which works for many. Great rant of a poem that we all can understand!!
Ah, I AM feeling it today. Not at this degree, but definitely feeling it. So thanks.
Paul, this was fascinating. I asked ChatGPT to build a visual graph of this poem of yours and it is quite interesting, kinda like representing peaks and valleys in our lives. I wish comments here allowed to attach or include visuals. If you want it, here's the link that should take you there (doing it for the first time, not sure it will work though): https://chat.openai.com/share/6798a6ba-f2dc-4ce4-afd4-adf51eb51d3d
This was a bit like a twisty David lynch film with a genre spin! It started so elegant then became bonkers and shifted in tone and structure. This must have been a lot of fun to write so I’d like to thank YOU for sharing it with us!!
When I was in my teens/early 20's, I wanted to open a place that you could go and just smash shit. I've always want to mess up a car, break a windshield, wail plates against a wall. Love the absolute honesty in this piece and the overall message and. Just fin. Fucking fin.
Right on par with what we were discussing. Great work