Poetry

I feel like breaking.

Pathetic.

A loser.

I want to project victimhood.

Instead, I have friends who show me love.

With their care, I will survive.

Life has been pushing me to the side.

I see the edge and am scared of falling.

The cliff is deep and I don’t know if I would survive.

So, I must find how I can still travel

Without slipping.

Runaway with words.

Search the nooks and crannies.

Find the hidden gems

Lost in the annals of time.

Speak the truth

but remember the future.

What you believe

is not always the natural victor.

Love your wisdom.

How many times

do you make lists?

Do you cross off items

as they are completed?

Or do they simply get put aside

when most tasks are done

and then forgotten about?

I just found one of mine

This is something I find difficult to be.

I do not have the strength anymore

to withstand certain circumstances.

Unless you use the term determined

as in, I have determined

that determination

is not one of good qualities.

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Somedays you just drown.

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A guilty pleasure reading them.

How trauma was endured

and the protagonist ended up

in a better place after the divorce.

Usually they are a fairytale

because wealth allowed them to leave.

In real life,

it is usually the opposite.

Lack of money

is the main cause of trauma

and revenge is never so simple

as humiliating the offending party.

Plus, it does not sow happiness

or joy due to being bitter.

To reap what you sow.

To pick the fruits of your labour.

Sow discontent

and you will always be uncomfortable.

It looks so warm.

The golden reds and oranges.

Yet, stepping outside

without a sweater

you realize your mistake.

I like to laugh.

I find the humour in situations.

I try to stay positive.

I sometimes am the instigator.