Whispers


Trapped.

Be a writer, they whispered.

Regress into your comfort zone

And bleed on a piece of paper

Let the parchment soak in the bits of you

Let everyone see

The shallow side of me

Be a writer, they whispered

You have a way with words.

***

Be a romantic, they whispered

Dream of idealism and beauty

Unmarred by realism

Deny the morons who scream

‘You’re a frog in the well, innocent to the scheme’

Your daydreams deter your present

Be a romantic, they whispered

You have an imagination wild.

***

Be a poet, they whispered

Go to dark places where you are weak

Extend a hand of your cultivation

Twist threads to make a threadbare refuge

It’s a flimsy cover-up

But it’ll do

Be a poet, they whispered

It’s the gift of a few.

***

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