Striving for Something

poem by: Allison Green
Written on Apr 20, 2017

I tried so hard
Blood sweat and tears
I did so well

A mother's praise
A stroked ego
It becomes habit

Now it is expected
I do not have to try so hard
Brilliance is expected

I spend two minutes
That is enough
Nothing but praise for my work

But i want to get better
And now i am stuck
Too many kind words

Are there no critics?
No one will help me!
It shouldn't be this hard

Criticism:
I know i need it
I know i need to improve

Should i leave it be?
Is it my fault?
Or is everyone else simple?

I don't find their compliments comforting; 
Isn't ignorance a choice?
Well then I must choose,

And I refuse to be ignorant

 

Tags: inspirational, deep, riddle, confused,

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Paul Stephens commented:
Nice poem Alison, you shouldn't be asking for criticism, you should be asking for critique. You write very well just don't be to hard on yourself and write what comes from the heart. The more you do this the better you will get. Keep it up.
Geoffrey Brewer commented:
Well there's an interesting twist! a stimulating and pleasing deviation from the more common anguish expressed in this medium - the 'poor me! why am I so mistreated' type. Submit some more of your writing. I look forward to satisfying your desire for honest criticism (where it is warranted).
Christopher Russon commented:
Nice poem Allison.I would love to read more of your poems becouse I like what I have read So far.
Cecilia Crasto commented:
I think you are talking about life in general Alison and not just poetry, because I find nothing to be critical about in your writing, you are very talented, thanks for sharing.

 

 

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