Sober Alcoholics (The Hopeless Creative)

Everyday I pray about getting my work out there.
But the thought of interacting with people scares me.
Sometimes I feel they won’t get it.
Or maybe it’s me, I don’t get me.

Today I’m excited about my ideas.
The next day I think I’m just mediocre.
Maybe I should just give it all up.
But once I don’t do anything, I feel my time on earth is up.

So I try again, just to feel alive again.
I realised I do this to keep my sanity.
The craft reminds me how the world can be.
It brings back the hope that possibilities are still there.

Without this, I know what it’s like to be poor.
With it I understand the meaning of being rich.
In fact, I know the meaning of being whole.
I know without this, my heart will always have an unfillable hole.

So I keep going, even when it seems impossible to.
That’s because if I don’t, I’ll be saying to the kids it’s okay to let the dream go.
I don’t want to be that guy.
I just want to be entirely sure that I tried.

Here we go again


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