Don’t ever be ashamed of your thoughts
Even the darkest of them are yours to own
And perhaps within that darkness
Lies a light unexposed
Do not be ashamed of the silent musings of your soul
Untainted by the need for approval
Reaching upwards till your mouth whispers them to a deaf world
Do not ever feel guilty for birthing an idea
That finds nothing it resembles in the realm of man
Condemned to be unique
Do not apologise for feeling
For through these fickle things families have been formed and generations established
Do not despise your minds small talk
Little thoughts fluttering endlessly
Seemingly without direction
Until an answer for a question long forgotten shows itself
Hidden behind the clutter of the most random thoughts
Think. Act. Become
Think
And as ideas are wrapped into words
And bled onto paper
Finding life…perhaps it will inspire one to
Act
Breaking manacles previously thought indestructible
Or just to fill out a job application
Or to fight for a dream that seems so unrealistic you dare not even mention it
Or to help an old soul across a busy road
Or to raise up a prayer in the face of hopelessness
Or a fist in the face of oppression
Or to hold a proffered hand as a sign of unity
Or to rise after you’ve fallen
Or to smile at a stranger
Or to sing a song composed in the fertile soil of a broken heart
Or to give a child a book
Or just, to love
Because the wisest words I have heard are
‘Who knows’
And indeed, who knows what you may yet
Become…
Even the darkest of them are yours to own
And perhaps within that darkness
Lies a light unexposed
Do not be ashamed of the silent musings of your soul
Untainted by the need for approval
Reaching upwards till your mouth whispers them to a deaf world
Do not ever feel guilty for birthing an idea
That finds nothing it resembles in the realm of man
Condemned to be unique
Do not apologise for feeling
For through these fickle things families have been formed and generations established
Do not despise your minds small talk
Little thoughts fluttering endlessly
Seemingly without direction
Until an answer for a question long forgotten shows itself
Hidden behind the clutter of the most random thoughts
Think. Act. Become
Think
And as ideas are wrapped into words
And bled onto paper
Finding life…perhaps it will inspire one to
Act
Breaking manacles previously thought indestructible
Or just to fill out a job application
Or to fight for a dream that seems so unrealistic you dare not even mention it
Or to help an old soul across a busy road
Or to raise up a prayer in the face of hopelessness
Or a fist in the face of oppression
Or to hold a proffered hand as a sign of unity
Or to rise after you’ve fallen
Or to smile at a stranger
Or to sing a song composed in the fertile soil of a broken heart
Or to give a child a book
Or just, to love
Because the wisest words I have heard are
‘Who knows’
And indeed, who knows what you may yet
Become…
