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Tears drop, heart aches Nothing can be done On my chest, heavy weights Waiting for the Sun 3 months, as short Not enough to blow But 3 months, too short Not enough to grow 3 months, just long Enough to learn self love And 3 months, as long To bond and long for love All connections made Cannot sew in strong enough All realizations fade Cannot say I’m as tough But not a second wasted Have lived in the present Much love given and taken Are all lovely presents Tears drop, heart warmed All things have been done On my mind, love swarmed Finally, I see the Sun.
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Dec 17, 2022
Dec 17, 2022 at 1:12 AM UTC
Ode to the Farewell Week
Tears drop, heart aches Nothing can be done On my chest, heavy weights Waiting for the Sun 3 months, as short Not enough to blow But 3 months, too short Not enough to grow 3 months, just long Enough to learn self love And 3 months, as long To bond and long for love All connections made Cannot sew in strong enough All realizations fade Cannot say I’m as tough But not a second wasted Have lived in the present Much love given and taken Are all lovely presents Tears drop, heart warmed All things have been done On my mind, love swarmed Finally, I see the Sun.
I’ve said goodbye to all my friends this week, one a day. It was heart-wrenching af, but at the same time, I’ve never felt this genuine appreciation simply of my existence before. These 3 months have been beautifully weird for my brain. I try to write my journal a lot to help process but the gears in my head are still figuring it out. Farewell has never been easy for me, but this one is the hardest. What I had with my friends are so special, I doubt I can ever recreate this again in any other scenarios ever. I genuinely appreciate this experience, but sometimes I just wish it would never end. (But still, idk if I would’ve stayed longer, will I give it all the way I did knowing I’m here for only 3 months?) Anyhow, as much clarity I gain from this trip, as many new questions about myself pops up in my mind. The times to come are going to be even more fun. On days like this I just love my life. And I’m celebrating birthday this year, cause for once, life is meaningful and is worth living.
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Dec 17, 2022
Dec 17, 2022 at 1:12 AM UTC
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