Life feels like a sad, slow song,
Where things keep going dark and wrong.
We don’t all get the love we need,
No guiding hand, no noble deed.Some are born to joy and cheer,
While others walk through pain and fear.
Some glide through life with ease and grace,
While others fight to find their place.We blame the world, ourselves, the skies,
We shout at God with tear-stained eyes.
But blame won’t fix the cracks we see,
It chains the soul, it keeps us weak, not free.Life isn’t cruel, it’s simply blind,
It doesn’t choose, it doesn’t mind.
It walks a path, both sharp and wide,
And we must walk, with choice as guide.So do your work, and let it be,
Find peace in effort, silently.
Your thoughts, your actions, you control,
That quiet strength will make you whole.Though life may bruise and bring you pain,
You still can dance beneath the rain.
Through joy or loss, through right or wrong,
Keep walking to your own true song.﹋﹋﹋﹋🌧️🕊️🎵🌿﹋﹋﹋﹋
I wrote this poem, “Your Own True Song,” when I was feeling thoughtful and a little low. I was noticing how life often seems unfair. Some people are born into comfort and have everything I’ve wanted, not because of their efforts, but just because of their birth. I’ve worked hard, sometimes even twice as much, and still haven’t reached the same place.
But over time, I’ve started to see things differently. What looks perfect from a distance often isn’t. Even those who seem happy and lucky have their own problems. Life is not simple for anyone. I believe that if you truly focus and prepare yourself, both mentally and physically, even five or six years can be enough to change your life completely.
I often think of myself as someone who overthinks and carries quiet sadness. I don’t write poems very often—this is only my fourth in four years—but when I do, it’s because I need to let something out. Writing helps me express feelings I can’t always explain. If my poem can make even one person feel less alone, then I think it has done its job.
One poem that really stayed with me is “Solitude” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. It’s sad but beautifully written. What I love about it is how she says so much with such simple words. When I first read it, I was amazed by how deeply it spoke to me. That kind of clear and honest writing is what makes her poems last.
Her poem inspired me to write this one. I know I may never reach that level—“Solitude” is a masterpiece—but I still try my best. And I hope someone, somewhere, reads this and feels the effort behind it.
Thank you for reading. Life may not always seem fair, but I believe it is still just. If you do your best without only chasing rewards, good things will come. Maybe not right away, but they will. So please don’t give up. Keep moving forward, no matter how hard it gets.
Wishing you strength and peace. 🙂
