trouble poem


So, I’m sure many of my followers already know I’m from Canada. The Tragically Hip have been a band I have listened to and loved for years. I grew up listening to their music, but not at my own will… at first. Their music was forced on me at a very young age by my older sister. Every year I aged and every time they released a new album, I grew to love them more and more. Their songwriting and lyrics are some of the best I’ve personally heard. I think I was just too young to “fully completely” 😉 appreciate their talent at the time.
Over the years, I was lucky enough to get to see them play live 3 times. Each time they blew my mind. They give it their all when putting on a show and do it all for their fans that they truly adore.
Now the time has come where I will get to see them perform a live show again (streamig online). But this time it will be bittersweet, as it will be the last time. Singer/songwriter Gordon Downie came forward earlier this year stating he has stage 3 terminal brain cancer and tomorrow night (Aug 20th) the Hip will be saying goodbye to all their fans.
So, to let my followers know… Tomorrow night I will be live blogging during the concert as my farewell to The Tragically Hip and my goodbye to Gordon Downie… A man with tremendous “courage” 💖💖💖

I may not be able to draw awesome fan art for you, @robertidk, but I love to write. And here is a poem I wrote about you and what you mean to me❤️❤️//
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In the landscape of your troubles
worries bubble up to the surface
of your stained blue mountain eyes;
I am unable to climb your razor rocky cliffs
tamed by an avalanche of broken steps.

Villages hidden within slopes
and holes covered with snow-
this is a wonderland for the dead-
still, you blink with a cloudless sky
that drips rain from a bloodshot sun
into barren tundras.

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Troubled Girl

You tell me your leaving, but I know where you are
You need to slip away to examine your new scar
I know exactly how your feeling, those voices in your head
They say it’s all your fault and blur your vision red

This may sound weird, but as the druid elf
I have to come to repay you for showing how to love myself
Remember when I told you I will drive your demons far
Two already try to torment me, as I wish upon a star

The third one will be tricky, it may take a while
Don’t worry I will lead you through all that which is vile
Their imagery is golden, blindsided by the fire
Appealing to my own weakness laid out upon the wire

Their own music playlist that made me think of you
Forgetting what’s important, endless possibilities grew
I knew it wasn’t easy, especially today
Trying to entangle thoughts leading me astray

I may not know your past, but I sure know where you are
I’ve used it once before, my trusty demon wrecking bar
You will be more important, though I don’t know what you’ll do
There is nothing more worth doing, then giving your smile back to you.