i’m still mourning
the blueprint of the future
i was told i’d have.
the wonder child,
fluent
in multiple languages,
who filled the shelves
with certificates
and trophies,
set to touch the clouds.
everyone told me
what to achieve
but no one taught me
how to rebuild
from the rubble
of all my small
catastrophes
and i’m still sifting
through the dust.
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 8:39 AM UTC
i’m still mourning
the blueprint of the future
i was told i’d have.
the wonder child,
fluent
in multiple languages,
who filled the shelves
with certificates
and trophies,
set to touch the clouds.
everyone told me
what to achieve
but no one taught me
how to rebuild
from the rubble
of all my small
catastrophes
and i’m still sifting
through the dust.
instagram: kortuvalentinepoetry - my debut poetry collection is out on march 8, 2026
this one is about the millennial grief.
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