Interrobang(?!), a new poem
?! I always enjoyed writing poetry and lyrics but never really considered myself a poetic type of person My abilities range and I have trouble trying to specialize so I can finish I try to prioritize but those things I deem important laugh at me Some might say it's blasphemy, but I ask "God why? Why do I have this urge to do one thing which you have gifted me, but the stumbling blocks mount up so high I can barely see?" I try to be diligent and be a good steward, servant, teacher, friend, brother, and partner, but I trip in many of the fields where I've been called. Trials come with the territory, I'm well aware. I guess I'm in a valley then. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. That's what the doctor said to do when it gets to be too much. Don't want to feel paralyzed or have chest pains that mirror a heart attack again... Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Need to be strong for those around you, man. You may not be an artist but you sure as hell feel like one man... They say having conversations with yourself shows intelligence... What about yelling at yourself? Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. -------- A new piece I wrote a few weeks ago. I may record myself performing it soon.
