The moon shines bright,

Although having

More than one crater,

The sun plays

Its part explicitly,

But the moon

Is not less

Greater.

 

I’m sometimes

Suffocatingly surrounded

By unwanted opinions,

Discouraging remarks,

Cynicism, criticism,

And boiling hatred

Towards something

Unsaid.

 

But I still write,

I still intentionally

Swim against the tide,

And mindfully hide

What’s meant to be

Discreet and hidden,

I no longer let critics

Have my art tethered.

 

My words still make

Sense to many,

They still shine bright

Persistently, although

Having more than one

Crater,

I am my dear art’s

Curator.

 

I’m here to win,

But when it often

Gets hard to swim,

I hear a sagacious man’s

Voice echoing from within,

“Poets need thick skin,”

And I let that entirely

Seep-in.

 

I’m constantly reminded

That I’m here for a cause;

To keep on writing

Without a mere pause,

I’m getting closer to it,

I feel it from within,

Nothing to cut me off,

I’m here for the win.   

 

(PS, thank you Graham)