Self Doubt

Self doubt eats away at your thoughts,
Building fear deep within,
Ripping the very dreams from your heart,
Replacing them with nothing but regret,
Eventually devouring your soul entirely,
Leaving you but a shell of a being.

- C.A. Sullivan

The Smudge

In the corner, sits a smudge
It’s been mocking me
And will not budge

I try to erase it, with no such luck
It lives on my paper
Running a muck

I try to cover it, with illustrations a glow
But it’s there underneath
All the colors in tow

For it lives on my paper, forever a smudge
Bothering me greatly
With its hiss and grudge

I want it go, as it steadies its stare
Silently mocking my words
With nothing more but a glare

On and on, into the night
My smudge remains
And continues it’s blight

Then I realized, why it won’t leave
It’s because my dear friends
The smudge is me

– C.A. Sullivan

Everything In It’s Place

The world only seems chaotic
because we don’t understand it.
But actually, every moment
whether it be painful, fearful,
joyous or exciting,
has been carefully designed
and placed exactly where it is.
It’s hard for us to understand
because we can’t get outside of ourselves
and above it all to see the
masterpiece puzzle we are slowly
putting together
that creates a larger picture,
a greater meaning.
Some parts are terrifying,
others are messy.
But in the heart of it all
is a connection
that runs so deep and so true
we couldn’t possibly see it with our
naked eye.
But it is felt,
in every wish,
in every heartbeat,
in every joyful moment,
in a child’s laugh.
in a restful sleep.

– C.A Sullivan

Unpopular

I was never very popular,
but the connections
I do make
are very true and real.
I never knew how to
draw a crowd,
influence a mind,
control a room.
But I can share my experience,
listen with my whole heart
and care deeply about people.

– C.A. Sullivan

Falling Leaves

As a child I remember being outside in fall. 
I stood in the open field, surrounded by a fence of trees. 
The wind blew hard and steady, 
pulling the orange, red and brown leaves from their branches 
and into the air like snow. 
I spun around in circles, arms out,
head turned up towards the sky,
dancing in the leaf rain. 
They fell so beautifully and slowly, 
I didn’t want it to end. 
That magical moment when the world stopped 
and only I existed in it.

- C.A. Sullivan

Expectations

I often feel trapped
by the expectations
and cultural normalities
of this world.
I want to be free of this worry.
Free of the confines of money,
debts,
responsibilities.
Everything seems so complicated.
I often wish for a more simple life.
The older I get,
the more challenging things become.

- C.A. Sullivan

Purpose

I’ve always felt like I was here to do more.
Have a greater purpose.
When life changes,
I think here it is,
This is my purpose.
But as time passes,
It becomes stale again,
I become restless.
I find myself unhappy again
and wanting to move on.
Why is nothing good enough?
Is it me?
Or am I not on the right path.
And this is my body’s way of telling me.
How do I find my path?

– C.A. Sullivan