I liken this image to the first time I entered the realm of poetry (5 years ago). Anxious, excited, free; all at the same time. I was not sure how everything was going to go, but I knew I wanted to do it anyway.
What drives people to achieve what they want
With their experiences and underlying values.
What drove me to be a poet
Was inability to express that which made
My ribcage feel like it was housing heat
From a thousand burning coals.
Painful. Wanting to say something.
Anything. In any way,
Not finding the right words to say.
Whether it be limited vocabulary, insecurity,
Not knowing which way it will all turn out;
It is the repressing of emotions,
That truly muddles your sanity.
I vowed to be the best poet that only I could be
To cherish my own style and appreciate those of others
To never hesitate in saying what I want to say
Whether anyone understands it or not
The most important step is setting it all free
And not feeling like I am trapped in a prison
That is my mind.
– O.D. ©2018
Art by: ryky