I used to be

I wrote this poem in the fall of 2002…I guess my artistic recovery has been a long time coming…

I used to be a writer
Telling stories of love and adventure, comedy and tragedy
I used be a poet
Doodling on napkins and in the margins of long overdue homework
I used to be an artist
Drawing the faces of of those I had yet to meet
And imprinting forever the life I had led
I used to be a singer, a dancer, a composer of music
A designer of clothes
I used to be an activist
Leading the masses to a better world
Creating solutions for sustainable change
I used to play under the light of the full moon
And whisper to the elves living in the understory of the forest
I used to embrace my gifts
By sharing them with the world
I used to be willing to die for my beliefs
I used to find comfort in knowing who I was
And living my dreams

2 thoughts on “I used to be

  1. Lisa

    I know this was posted ages ago, but I have just found it. it is a beautiful poem and i know how you felt (or maybe still) feel because I feel it too. And this is just what is so good about Art and poetry in particular…it resonates and therefore connects us. Thank you!

    Reply
    1. The Perpetual Vagabond Post author

      Thank you for reading! I think I’ve come a long way since writing this, but it’s always a reminder that the artist inside can be stifled by the responsibilities and events in life. This helps remind me to remember my true self 🙂

      Reply

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