It’s been rough week,
Rather, a rough month, a rough year, really–
I’ve been drained, and wrung, and tossed about,
And thrown into situations I never asked for;
But Fate didn’t get that memo, clearly.
I’ve picked up pieces, and debris,
And patched up quite a lot,
But what remains of me is no longer who I used to be:
I am a seashell with enamel so stripped,
The iridescence of it all has disappeared completely.
I’ve built and rebuilt and renovated,
Hoping I’d be a palace, not the ruins you see–
Dawn no longer holds any appeal,
And long nights hold me in their lonely arms,
But it offers no inspiration to the poet in me.
I’ve sought comfort and company
In loved ones and cups of cofeee,
In the margins of books I’ve read, and re-read,
Like pieces of my past encased in words,
Embracing me. Reminding me.
Through all the storms and hurricanes
And the cards I’ve been dealt,
All I’ve ever had was a voice in my head–
Whispering, willing me to do its bidding,
Willing me to rise, to live, to be.
In the end, it was always about the ones who stayed,
Through the rough tides and dark clouds,
And my first train of thought on that stormy sea,
Was the fight in me, I had all along;
For in the end, there was always me.
~© Shubhangi Srinivasan.
We’re officially 2/3rds done with NaPoWriMo season, and I am surprised with how consistent I have been, even on the days I have posted late. Like today.
Today’s prompt via napowrimo.net was inspired by a poem that highlights the feeling of the inevitable. The challenge was to write a poem that is inspired by some kind of soundplay (of which you’ll find many in my poem).
It’s a pretty simple poem, as far as the things I’ve written go. I don’t have a lot to say today except that I am proud of myself for never letting myself give up on the things I’ve loved in life. This poem is just an ode to myself for having my back and picking myself up even through the worst. People are right when they say that you’re the only support system you can rely on. It’s not that I don’t appreciate my friends or family; I love them a lot. But I have also learned how to appreciate my determination and resilience; I never realized it until my friends put it all in perspective for me.
So, yeah. Just appreciate yourself a little more today, if you’re reading this.
See you tomorrow with a new poem?
Yours truly,
The Shubhster.
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This has been day 20 of 30!
See you tomorrow?
Cheerio! Xx
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