All the time - there is a poem I am searching for.
And every time -
That I cannot find a poem in me,
This sustaining breath -
This insignificance - that is my own -
It is all I can see.
Because words aren't enough.
And most of the time -
I'm not enough -
And the only time I feel enough -
Is when I have poetry - Forever changing
The art in being - Me
© Shihori Obata
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A blog post dedicated to my poetry book because it's been a while since I've talked about it.
(And I don't want this to be forgotten.)
Sometimes we need to go back -
When we've strayed, not thinking we have. Thoughts think you're right. The heart is not so sure.
It's easy to lose ourselves in high aspirations, to fly high and forget. And that's alright. I promise you - we all do. There are footpaths and stepping-stones all over, it's so easy to keep going, looking down at passing ground. Repeating to ourselves: "One day, we'll get there."