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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