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Learning to fall back in love with the magic I found

April 20, 2022
By bugjuicepoetry ELITE, Fort Wayne, Indiana
bugjuicepoetry ELITE, Fort Wayne, Indiana
204 articles 28 photos 11 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I was born very far from where I'm supposed to be. So, I guess I'm on my way home."


He loved letters

like others loved stars

loved poetry like others loved art

loved a pencil and paper

the scratch of the led on a page

the lines were a canvas

that captured beauty and rage


He painted emotion

like others would paint snowfall

But all he could see

with his writing were all the flaws


He tried so hard to be perfect

that he lost it all

lost his words and his art,

his promises, wishes, his dreams

lost his pen, his beauty, his heart

till he lost his last rhyme, lost his last reason, and head

And there in his madness,

he lost perfection and dread

he painted art with insanity,

painted words people actually read

they were real, they were broken

and he just let them be

(I'm he)


The author's comments:

I went through a long period of time where I wouldn't write any poetry because I was scared it wouldn't be good enough. I didn't write, I didn't draw, I did nothing, because it felt like it wasn't worth doing if I wouldn't be the best at it. I've worked on coming to terms with the fact that I will not always be the best, and that I don't have to be perfect to be worth it. I've started to learn that anything worth doing is worth doing half-assed. I don't believe it every day. Some days, it is hard to get out of bed from the weight of expectations and the creaking of my bones. I should not be this kind of tired at 14, I tell myself, but it does nothing to ease the soreness of my mind. This poem is about my struggle to overcome my perfectionism, and I hope it can shine a light on others in a similar situation as I am. 


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