C A P A B L E

Years of silence.

My abundant garden hushed,

growing lash greenery

even in winter.

Roots delving deep,

as if to the Earth's core.

Fuelled with valiant energy,

I lift impossible weights,

raising the stakes.

Asking for nothing,

just to breathe

and create more.

But what if my outcomes

are triumphs of others overshadowing them?

Decided in a moment,

elevated and embraced,

while they dismiss the rest,

disregard and condemn?

What avenues remain for me?

I want to change, to escape

the confines of my everyday world.

It won't be easy, but I'll give it a shot.

I'll look at things

from the opposite angle,

use new colours and tones

and hope for better results.

If I've got everything I need,

what else could ruin my work?

To have someone look down on it

and say, “This is garbage, absolute crap.

We're rejecting it, unfortunately.”

Sometimes I regret

starting this whole thing, neglecting everything else in my life.

That's the consequence of passion and putting all your faith

in a single endeavour

failing to bring fitting fruit.