#purposefulness

Into this world I came, naked,

A world where it is said, “if you can’t beat them, join them.”

A world where it is said, “to fit in, go with the flow.”

So, the struggle began,

I tried to beat them with my moral stands and self-righteousness,

I tried and I tried; the more I tried the more I was subtly introduced to join them,

I wondered why I was stylishly joining them even when I tried to beat them,

I kept on trying to beat them, but the more I beat, the more I fell,

The more I religiously raised my standards, the more I saw myself falling;

Until that point when it dawned on me that I was just doing it all alone.

Then I opened my mouth to my Lord and my savior to catch me from falling.

And He said “give me the reins of the sleigh of your life and I will drive it”

He said “Just lose it to me”

I gave it to Him and He took control of the reins of my life

I lost the reins in His hands,

No more do I have to beat them alone.

No more do I have to prove righteous

All I need to do is to show them my righteous King, Jesus Christ

No more would I be subtly drawn because the reins are with Him.

All I have to do is to continually surrender to Him to lead and to guide.

I know of a surety that I cannot be misguided or misled

He has got me covered because I dwell safely under His wings.

No more escapades to see what’s bubbling out there, because, under His wings, I find rest,

Unapologetic & Not-Here-to-Please Poetry | The Normalised Exploitation Of All Creative Arts | A Poem

Creators are natural givers

And I’ve watched them drown in jobs they abhor,

Watched them despair, tired and exploited,

Giving more and more, time for money,

To survive, not more, merely survive,

Waiting for results of debates whether to raise

Wages by a few pence whilst the salary of the reckless

Goes up, without a reason, just like that, without discussions,

Hundreds and…