inadequate
Unstoppable juggernaut
Inseparable with constant thought
Undeniably soon to be forgot
i am inadequate
Never achieving more than breath
No one believes my true extent
Following streams of maddening threats
i am inadequate
Just needing to be heard, understood, represented
Not denying my flaws, lack of stanzas or awkward phrases
They are as individual as I …
So maybe that is why, no one can conceive them
inadequate…
Trying not to feel too deep
Give into thoughts and actions strange beyond this illness
Finding it hard to relate or communicate within the norm
i am inadequate
Nothing special
Forever silenced
misunderstood
Someone’s got to be ordinary
So others can claim they are
Adequate
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I have been writing poetry since I could first string a sentence together.
My poetry is Freeform. Sometimes I rhyme, sometimes each line is a statement of thought or emotion. Sometimes it flows, other times it stutters or screams. State of mind has a lot to do with the poem presented.
I studied for my Masters in Boston, MA. But had to quit due to the manifestation of the BiPolar.
For some reason, I'm still here. I still fight the daily fight of motivation and searching for a reason to continue. I know there are others who are WAY worse off than me. I remind myself of this daily. I am blessed, I know this. Somedays, knowing doesn't help the struggle.
So I write. My emotions are raw, my style is freeform, I don't like to analyze poetry. You take away from it, what you feel. Like any form of art.
I have my good days. It's not always so rough. I treasure those days and those moments like gold.
I'm finding that at fifty I am discovering more about myself and am accepting who I am in ways I never could at a younger age.
As everyone should...
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