Saturday, April 23, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 - 23rd Day

We are Poetry

Sometimes, each day is like poems of sorts.
Uncertain, dark, and not easy for me.
Every corner, and the edges, create
A story that makes sense to your thinking.
No day is sure. Poems aren't so sure,
Where they're going, what they're saying today.
You just begin wherever worth doing,
And bounce to where near things become fast things.
When you end up flat, you've nowhere to go,
Continue this that you began today,
Going forward in time and don't you try
To stop. To cry. To fail. To fall. Or lose.
It's not about perfect, it is about
Each day being us, like poems of sorts.
 
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Thanks to NaPoWriMo for the poetry prompt!
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