Tag: poem

It’s very likely that my art will never change anyone.

My writing may never be published. My poems may never be read. My songs may never be sung, my lyrics never hummed on lips other than my own.

Maybe everything I’ll ever create will be forgotten and useless as soon as I’ve birthed it. Because it’s bad or it’s the wrong time or it’s unloved or a million other reasons.

But still, I must. Still, I have to make art. It could be the worst, the most terrible piece of art that the world has ever seen, but I have to. Just like breathing. Some art has to be made so you can consume it and make it part of yourself, and other art has to be made so you can finally rip a part of yourself out.

It gets lonely, being human. Not because you can’t find a soul to lie beside you at night; because you never know if their soul is searching at all, and if you want to be found.

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We’re too young to worry this much, they say. We’re too young to ask for that much change, they hiss. When else will we worry, we scream, and how else will we bring change, if we can’t be sure to grow old enough to be allowed worries and anger and actions by them?

We are born in September. We are children of autumn, daughters of the wildest storms, sons of the ancient equinox. Change does not come for us. We bring it upon the world.