For Me 💜

Dedicated to everyone who finds meaning in creating.

Hint: This poem is both literal and a metaphor.

I’ve listened to
Every song
I’ve read the stories 
Small and strong 

I’ve watched the films 
I’ve heard the hymns 
I’ve deconstructed 
Plots, twists, spins 

But none were quite 
The bulb burned bright 
Beyond my sight 
Where the light’s
Just right  

I searched for a friend 
To understand me 
Back then 

That’s why I gave you 
My plans 

You left the building 
Barely standing 

Turns out,

My vision was self driven
Not a mutual decision 

Or so you say
But I find a way 

To change history,
Revisions 

And though my search
Does not unearth 
The art that starts
To assess 
My worth 

I still insist
On this self-obsessed 
Gift 

One that centers my grief 
So it can provide some relief 

And I can read 
Watch TV
Consume stories 
Humans, dreams

But when I want to see art
That validates my own heart

I’ve stopped looking for someone 

And I make it 
For me 

©Rachel Nasatka. All rights reserved. You can’t have her she’s mine.