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The Split Mind of the Struggling Artist

A Dialogue Poem

By Dylan Published about a month ago 2 min read

You have attempted the impossible to no avail, how does it feel to know you have failed.

The experience was a success in it of itself and a major improvement to my mental health.

How can you say that? As you sit and cower in fear, with nothing to show for.

Is it not clear? The lesson to be learned is that I must grow more.

A lesson that you should have learned long long ago.

Yes, yes I know, I know, still hope holds the key to the future.

Hope can only get you halfway when you lack faith in your actions.

You must have faith in the process, the refinement of the spirit.

And how will the spirit refine itself if it fears facing the flames?

Trust, trust that all things are meant to be, and that life will create a path of redemption.

So many second chances, never optimizing on them when the time comes, how many more must you need?

However many it takes, the weak gain strength from the pain when they break.

You are broken and hopeless, too ashamed to admit that your cowardness has left you amidst the abyss.

I'm hopeful, picking broken pieces off of the yellow brick floor, eager to see what life has in store.

Life has more, more of the same, prepare for the storm or get stuck in the rain, because this life has for you nothing but pain!

I refuse to believe it, life is not that dark or destructive and the future is bright without you to disrupt it.

Without me to disrupt it? As if I'm disruptive, you destruct yourself because you're anti-productive!

I am pro-productive, only also I'm anxious, socially inapt, unfortunately, aimless.

I agree that you're aimless, yet you hold yourself blameless, and moping around like your habits aren't dangerous.

I'm only lethargic because I suffer the hardest under the weight and pressure of a struggling artist.

Another excuse! When will you condemn yourself for your cowardly actions and reactions to truth?

You've only told half the story, you've only read half the page, you skipped over the fact that we've come such a long way.

All that you say is insignificant to how--

We've come too far to give up now.

surreal poetryStream of Consciousnessperformance poetryMental Healthinspirationalart

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Comments (2)

  • Andrea Corwin about a month ago

    Great job and entry!!

  • Sweileh 888about a month ago

    Interesting and delicious content, keep posting more now

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