October 20, 2018
I've spent this year
Learning how to deal.
This isn't melodrama
Just the truth
Condensed into just a few words
To express a vastness
Guaranteed to fill a few pages.
Like all years, it's been bittersweet.
I've fallen down
Tripped up
Left a bruise
Quite a few times.
But, of course
You have to fall --
Maybe even bleed a little --
In order to teach yourself
The triumph
Of bringing yourself
Back to your feet.
I've stood in front of a lot of mirrors
Most of them metaphysical
Truly getting to know the girl
On the other side.
The more we talk
The more I like her.
She's a hot mess sometimes, sure
But she's kind of a cool person to have coffee with.
She doesn't look like she used to, not at all
Especially when she's obviously trying to do better.
She still chews her tongue a bit
When she admits that she's wrong
And she's so very shy
When I ask her what to do
And she responds:
"I don't know."
I should tell her that I love her
A lot more often this year.
I've found that the heart is a wonderfully strange instrument
And that the soul is not an *****
But is something very, very real.
I've found that the former
Is as good at persevering
As it is at making messes
And that the latter
Is something all-too-useful
In the modern world.
I've found that most friends are fairweather
And, often, so am I.
I still hold out hope
That, maybe one day
I'll discover loyalty
That can be truly permanent.
Lastly, I've found that poetry
Is a beautiful vessel
Worth so much more
Than worrying about boys
Through a series of rhymes.
It's quickfire, artful catharsis
Freeing a caged dove
With words that make me feel
As if I can make my writing soar.
It's filled to the brim with love
And laughter
And tears
And imagination
And anger
And fear
And reflection
Just like these passing years.
And with every one I finish
I long for many more.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 1:13 PM UTC
October 20, 2018
I've spent this year
Learning how to deal.
This isn't melodrama
Just the truth
Condensed into just a few words
To express a vastness
Guaranteed to fill a few pages.
Like all years, it's been bittersweet.
I've fallen down
Tripped up
Left a bruise
Quite a few times.
But, of course
You have to fall --
Maybe even bleed a little --
In order to teach yourself
The triumph
Of bringing yourself
Back to your feet.
I've stood in front of a lot of mirrors
Most of them metaphysical
Truly getting to know the girl
On the other side.
The more we talk
The more I like her.
She's a hot mess sometimes, sure
But she's kind of a cool person to have coffee with.
She doesn't look like she used to, not at all
Especially when she's obviously trying to do better.
She still chews her tongue a bit
When she admits that she's wrong
And she's so very shy
When I ask her what to do
And she responds:
"I don't know."
I should tell her that I love her
A lot more often this year.
I've found that the heart is a wonderfully strange instrument
And that the soul is not an *****
But is something very, very real.
I've found that the former
Is as good at persevering
As it is at making messes
And that the latter
Is something all-too-useful
In the modern world.
I've found that most friends are fairweather
And, often, so am I.
I still hold out hope
That, maybe one day
I'll discover loyalty
That can be truly permanent.
Lastly, I've found that poetry
Is a beautiful vessel
Worth so much more
Than worrying about boys
Through a series of rhymes.
It's quickfire, artful catharsis
Freeing a caged dove
With words that make me feel
As if I can make my writing soar.
It's filled to the brim with love
And laughter
And tears
And imagination
And anger
And fear
And reflection
Just like these passing years.
And with every one I finish
I long for many more.
Decided some introspection was in order before my birthday tomorrow. Perhaps this should become a yearly thing...
