Write a poem about someone insecure about their age due to their hunger for success

‘The Starving Artist’

Graduating highschool yesterday, 30 years old tomorrow

Everyone seems to have it figured out though perhaps really don’t have a clue

As if we’re thirty now, is it the way one should live?

Or perhaps while we’re young experience the world?

I’m on the path of the second option as it feels as though others are passing me

Their winds brushing through my hair at different speeds while I’m still going 40

Younger ones ask me questions to things I still have yet to learn

Embarrassment filling my brain,

My heart disappearing in the moment,

echoing “Trust your own path”

Stressed scavenging for jobs yet either unqualified or something unbeneficial to my learning that’ll result in a waste of time

Doing something that doesn’t resonate with my heart for a company with a high turnover rate

Time is currency.

Money allows freedom.

I’d rather spend my time developing my skills for the larger sum of money.

Whenever I find myself thinking

I realize I’m not doing.

So I get up and get to work.

The inner knowing of greatness and success as a possibility

Shall I question what if?

Family members and their judgment

And I don’t have friends nor do I look for any

I don’t want to speak

In silence may my actions and work speak for me

For now..