To give up is to fall by the wayside and die.
I’m not willing to do that right now or ever.
Even though there are many things I have done wrong
My commitment to making amends is still strong
But the thing is I must do it now or never
Unless my mental illness will not let me try.
I can’t run out of content. There always will be
Something for me to write about. I’m okay there.
Can I do it in my best conceivable way?
Is there some deep emotional price I must pay?
Seriously, the people I’ve harmed wouldn’t care
Much at all about anything concerning me.
I can give up the struggle, pity, and self-shame
Long enough in each moment to become aware
Of my spirit eternal wherein I find peace.
All my negative karma I’d love to release
In an instant but that in no way would be fair.
Is there not enough love in my heart to proclaim?
I can’t give up the chance to be motivated
Into being. From there I can reach anywhere
That I choose. I can’t give up the life that I’ve made
For myself. I no longer have to be afraid
To express my true feelings and give utmost care
To make it another work of art created.