Inspiration Interpretation

Torturous Talent By Jaden Brulotte 4/30/2008 My torturous talent pushes me down into my chest, pushing NOs, pushing FAILs And can’t can’t can’ts My pen drips these salty, invisible ink -tears- these aching, painful welts I have let sit and fester on my soul telling myself there is no point Telling myself What good are you? What are you worth when you can’t value your own words? When you have no influence, no pride, no motivation? What are you worth? My torturous talent, it's been archived… I snuck it away to the vaults So I can’t look and see the big red-lettered lines *FAIL FAIL FAIL* each time *LOSE LOSE LOSE* your mind *CAN’T CAN’T CAN’T* rewind and go back to be that same… Same person, the skilled and witty, ever-so-right and meaningful metaphor -proud and pithy- for who I am supposed to be. What are you worth?

Inspired by this quote: “Hope begins in the dark; the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don't give up.” -Anne Lamott, Author Keeping The Faith By Jaden Brulotte 4-30-08 What gives you the strength to keep walking? It’s been days, wandering this darkness Waiting to see a shine through, a pinprick of hope testing fate’s waters wondering when karma kicks in… Faith is a hard thing to grasp. Why do you keep on keeping on, as they say when your time fades away and you still can’t see through the mire watching for the thinnest wire, the tiniest sliver of sunshine- judging your odds, you punch through the blackness creeping along, working your way but no, not today… When will your sunrise come? Your faith is a hard thing to grasp. I believe, but I wonder Is the “right” thing ever wrong? I have been trying so long, trusting my instincts Grazing through life, picking up trinkets here and pieces there Wai...