~ Singing or Screaming? (Or Both?) ~
“You’re an angry young man,”
That was all my uncle had to say
after reading my first book.
But I knew he wasn’t totally right
Many people had been moved by my writing
Affected to a good degree
Some expressed deep emotions
And there were even a couple who quit jobs
To go and travel.
But for others like my uncle
It didn’t resonate
Didn’t speak to them
It just came out as anger
As spit and venom
From a jaded individual
I guess some of it was anger
But I really felt
That for most of that book
I was just letting the song of my soul
Play out onto the page
But maybe he had a point
For as others read my writing
I saw that some of them liked it
But most of them
Simply distanced themselves from me
Or pretended they hadn’t read it
Or dismissed me as a nutcase.
I guess there is no way to please them all
No artist has ever been universally adored
And what is singing to some
Is screaming to others
And that’s why I always think twice
When I listen to the birds
Outside my window.
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