The mind can be a gold mine for a poet. Teeming with many creative fuels such as emotions, ideas, worries, and memories the mind can help serve up a brilliant piece of art work that helps us process who and what we are- be it the artist or the onlooker. However, where there is a yin there is always a yang. Sometimes that very same collection of inspiring feelings can turn very dark, very fast. It doesn't take long before the quick sands of your deepest conscious and subconscious pull you so far in that you begin to lose the comprehension of processing it healthily. The next thing you know you're in the dusty corners of your fears, scars, nightmare, and realities and you cannot find the surface. You lose the idea of control and you forget that you used to be happy. It all becomes hopeless, quicker than you feel it coming on. One thing we must remember when we are shadowed by the opposites of our inspirations, is that these very moments which break us down... are always the moments that we need to feel in order to truly have empathy. Our lows give us power; the power to understand when others need our poetry- our words. The strengths of a good poet is often times the same as their weakness. Because in weakness, we help save the hearts and minds around us.
Cheers to the yin and the yang. And cheers for surviving them. ☕️
Printed in my heart are places of firsts: the cinema where I first felt the magic of kissing someone you love so much, the campus spot where I had my first cigarette after failing an exam, the street I was walking when for the first time, I burst into tears for someone because pain had overflown.
I remember all the firsts, including our first date in this park, where we drove all the way up to the peak, and drove down to the grasses, where we lied down and spent the rest of noon.
We asked ourselves, "What is your dream?" We lifted our hands up to the sky. Alhough it wasn't right, we saw the future, I knew.