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I am human.

I’m scared I will fail,

trip and fall. Frail,

alone and dying;

I fear will be my future.

Tired of hurting and crying.

Tired of fading—lying

to myself.

Pain is real.

This whole world is pain.

Still, such a beautiful place,

the inside of the human heart.

 

What if I never find

somebody to be mine?

What if I never learn

that love is a slow burn?

 

They say: You will never succeed.

 

Blood is red

no matter how you bleed.

 

I’m scared that I will lose

all I  ever cherished

by holding on to tight.

Fingers  clentched.

The sadness of the night

overwhelms me sometimes.

Stars and bright lights,

seem so far from  me now:

My heart is with them,

away from the agony of hate.

Still, it is such a beautiful place,

the inside of the human heart.

 

What if I never live

A life that they are proud of?

What if I never die?

What if I never die?

 

They say: You will never make a difference.

 

Blood is red

No matter how you love.

 

                                                         I’m confused.

I’m lost.                                                                                   I am found.

I’m worrying.                                                                        I am weightless.

I’m stressed.                                                                          I am relaxed.

I’m tired.                                                                                I am rested.

I’m not motivated                                                      I am determined.                         

I’m dying                                                                                I am living.

 

                                                        I

                                                      Am

                                                    Human.

 

-Let me know your thoughts on this poem in the comments below and thanks for reading.

 

-Wishing you the brightest of days, Eva

 

“Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”

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Author:

I am a young and enthusiastic writer, fresh out of highschool and into college at IUSB. I babysit and work and live life to it's fullest. I write. I read. I do yoga. And plan to become. Yoga intructers as well. I grew up on a farm and can't,t wait to move back to the country in my tiny house I have already planned out. Sometimes I'm a little melodramatic but rarely. I'm a spiritual healer, a hopeless romantic, a book worm, and very nostalgic. Thanks for stopping by.

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