Twenty Twenty-One

This year crashed on me like colourful confetti,

like a breath of fresh air

I was exhausted, yet happy and satisfied

But the sheen slowly wore off, and the designs

Of fate made themselves known.

This year found new ways to break my heart.

I was battered by the whirlwind of pain,

Grief, that this year happily presented to me.

I mourned the loss of a loved one; of a relationship I had

Long outgrown; and if that wasn’t enough,

My body and soul were tired of fighting viruses,

toxic people, uncomfortable glances

This year also saw me rise up against every

Wave. Every injustice.

I gathered meaning in courage, to stand up for

Myself, and every hurt soul.

I fought against

In a cacophonous world as this, I was

Trying to make an identity for myself

Figure out who I was, who I wanted to be.

I tried to find where I fit in this magnificent puzzle,

Or rather not fit.

Inspired by Twenty Nineteen by Lang Leav

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