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Ashlyn Rimsky
Poems
Sep 2020
Crummy Days
Life
is not glamorous
(all of the time).
Sometimes life just is
bags of empty potato chips on the couch,
crumbs in the folds of a stomach.
Sometimes life is a frown,
a heavy body, a dull aching
for something more.
Sometimes life scrolls by
like Mario chasing meaningless flags
or photos on my Instagram feed.
Most times life is a muddy blur
Of the same ****, different day.
Some days I want to run away.
I often sit in a room with myself and do not say hello.
I do not ask how I am doing.
Sometimes I close my eyes and pray I'll disappear,
But I am here.
I am here.
I am here.
Today is a new day.
I have a choice
to make it count.
Like a preschooler learning
one, two, three..
no one besides me can decide.
I can open my ears - I can hear myself.
I have a lot to say.
I can open my mouth -
Shout it out, like a prayer
to my inner goddess.
Today is a new ******* day.
It is mine. Rain or sunshine,
it does not matter.
Matter is what I make it.
It's the atoms and the Adams
that connect us. The Eves
and passing eves.
There are no sinners here, and no saints.
Why? Because I say so.
Today is good because I say so.
Good is what I make it.
Like Good's potato chips
In the folds of a stomach.
Its something to laugh about.
Wrong feelings do not exist.
Sometimes you just need to listen.
#life
#self
#selflove
#depression
#religion
#peace
#joy
#happiness
#sadness
#happy
Written by
Ashlyn Rimsky
25/F/Philadelphia
(25/F/Philadelphia)
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