Happy Birthday to Me
A path filled with tales I could tell
To be the writer I always wanted
To be. Because I was lacking.
I envisioned this path to be one filled
With just the right ingredients
Of what a "writer" meant to me, and oh,
How I've lived up to that boy's dreams.
But boyhood dreams turned adulthood struggles.
Now, all I'm left with are these tales-
Sick and sordid, but beautiful and grand,
Like cracked cliffs beaten by the sea.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2024-03-19 at 12:46
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Guts and Glory at 28
Ten years ago, I dreamt up for myselfA path filled with tales I could tell
To be the writer I always wanted
To be. Because I was lacking.
I envisioned this path to be one filled
With just the right ingredients
Of what a "writer" meant to me, and oh,
How I've lived up to that boy's dreams.
But boyhood dreams turned adulthood struggles.
Now, all I'm left with are these tales-
Sick and sordid, but beautiful and grand,
Like cracked cliffs beaten by the sea.
Poetry by Sameen
Read 145 times
Written on 2024-03-19 at 12:46
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