I can't change that heartbreak draws the more beautiful metaphors from my mind. Pain is simple to write about. The facts are that I'm a sensitive human and have experienced a plentiful amount of pain. Conjuring the feeling for the purpose of art can be instinctive. That's okay, but it does have an effect on the feeling of my poems.
My future goals include expanding on the metaphors locked in the more peaceful parts of my mind. And maybe the reality there is that this internal peace has only been found recently, so the part of my brain that indulges Euphoria just hasn't been awakened creatively. It's a process but I'll get there.
I would like to be able to build my courage to share my poetry to a wider audience, even publishing it. I'm hoping that's something I could even work on with my mother while I live with her.
Maybe this is just an exercise speaking things into existence, but reflecting on my poetry subjects has made me understand that it will require a deliberate effort to switch to positive narratives (that don't revolve around romantic love).
So excuse any more sad ass poetry I have to get out of my system.
The happy things will come soon.
Striving to be better. http://sincerely-soallowed.tumblr.com/
