LOSE YOURSELF IN BETWEEN THE LINES OF POETRY

My passion for poetry is stronger than steel,
Symbolizing a vulnerability, I don't usually reveal.
Read with care while you dissect my rhyme.
My purpose is attached to every poetic line.

Emerson, Cummings, and Dickinson inspire.
Nothing new, nothing old, save a poet's passion and fire,
Crafting lines to ease the troubles ailing my mental state.
Like many poets before me, I write solely for myself to meditate.

Originality is the bane of every creative mind.
Artistic endeavors get more challenging in nuance with time.
We struggle tirelessly to be unique and relevant,
For something truly amazing and irreverent.

Must every creative mind experience this pitfall?
Delusion and confusion label us a neanderthal,
Fighting fabricated wars so realistic in our mind.
Perhaps all artists inherit this curse in their own time.

The enemy of the creative is doubt and regret.
Therefore, release the sorrows and pain that always upset.
Reading the lines of the living and the deceased,
I find my inspirations and creativity increased.

Poem by
Jordan Murphy