Older friends came back into my life again,
I felt honoured to have people forgive me for my mistakes,
happiness flying higher than paper planes.
I hope one day to sit nearby a lake,
to consider it a home to scents of mystery,
remembering the past watching as my heart breaks.
Learning lessons from our history,
to keep me re-evaluating each night,
got to keep balance as this road is slippery.
The future seems so bright,
yet we hold our fate close to our heart,
praying for more than just the light.
I display my soul in art,
hoping I’ve done my part.
Even in life when I lost most of my friends or failed at things, I learned to get up again, which might not be a lot to some, but to me, it was incredible. Many people have always told me that you have to fail multiple times to get a success; I couldn’t agree more.
My friends mean the world to me. People might not really realise, but for me to call you a friend is a very big compliment on my behalf because I love my friends like family.
I love doing art, I will always do artwork, no matter what, I’ve been drawing since I was a child and I’ve continued drawing as an adult.
Many people really don’t know what other people are a 100% going through, sometimes we can’t always compherend what they are going through either. I’m not saying my life was severely hard, I still have a family who love me, friends who love me and an audience who anticipate my proper return. I am loved. I just believe everyone’s struggles are very different to one another’s.
For this poem, I tried my best to attempt creating a terza rima. It was quite interesting and most likely one of the easier forms to learn to write in my personal opinion.
