Courage Poem

I've always been out there searching for myself, trying to define myself sharply, and I've realized that maybe I'm nothing more than a paradox, but not in a negative manner. In a way, what I'm trying to convey is somehow heartbreaking and lonely yet comforting and empowering at the same time. Basically, the narrator is in this life for herself and she will not settle, no matter how much she may long to give up because nothing is worse than not finding what she's truly looking for.

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This poem I really relate to in many ways. Every thing it describes is either how I feel or how I think every day. A lot of people judge me because they think I am weird or not belong because...

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Too Broken To Break

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Published: May 2011

Here's to the girl with the invincible spirit,
No matter how confused her soul may be.
She's been broken many times,
Searching for love that was just not there.
She's learned her lesson now, put up her wall,
And never again her heart she'll bare.
For she realized that in the end a body is still a body,
No matter whose it may be,
And love may not exist for anyone,
So we should all just settle and it'll be easy.
But she'll never give in.
All she needs is herself and whoever she is that day,
But this she'll never know,
Because life is surreal
When all she does is feel.
She thinks with her passion,
Sees the world through her heart,
Even though many times it's cold, desolate, and dark.
Yet at the same time she can see that there may be hope out there,
The one nobody else possibly can.
She's a dreamer and an idealist,
Life's greatest pessimist and realist.
She's a contradiction sure
But never a hypocrite,
Because in her soul this all somehow fits.
She wants to explore the world just to understand what she's thinking,
Dig into the deepest corners of her heart to understand the universe.
She often loses herself though,
And who she used to be she can never know.
Yet she's happy like this,
She's free and to no one she'll commit,
Except sometimes when she's all alone,
She just wants some place she can call home.
She knows every side of every story,
Because she has felt absolutely everything,
Often all at once.
This contradiction,
This ability to see in ways that no one else can,
Is it a curse or is it a gift?
Even she cannot understand how or when or why or what,
And sometimes she doesn't even know if it is.
She wants something more,
Even when she is sure there's nothing else out there.
But no, she'll never settle,
Especially for a love, if that even does exist.
She'll always hope there's something out there to bring her bliss. But she doesn't expect it and convinces herself she doesn't want it.
This is how her spirit is infinite.
Oh, how I hope there's something more than this.

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  • Elesya Bable by Elesya Bable, Steubenville
  • 5 years ago

This poem I really relate to in many ways. Every thing it describes is either how I feel or how I think every day. A lot of people judge me because they think I am weird or not belong because of the person who I came to be. This fits me to a T because they are actually describing me. No words can really say much but ONLY BRAVO to the person who wrote it. Thanks.

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