“Strained eyes, cramped neck, Don’t make excuses, You’ve got deadlines to meet, You’ve goals to reach, Push a little harder, You gotta be stronger, There’s no time to rest, You gotta give your best.”
“Take a long deep breath, Don’t be hard on yourself, You do what you can, With a smile on your face, It’s okay to take a break, Relax, refresh, and hit reset, Never give up, never stop, But you deserve a pause.”
For NaPoWriMo Day 11. I really did take a rest. So, here’s a super late post.
If my ribcage were a wishbone, To give a second chance, To my battle scarred heart, Or I had some magic potion, To heal all my bleeding wounds, I would be tempted to use them all, To once again, feel new and whole.
But I would fight past my temptations, And wear my battle scars with pride, As blood drips down my battered body, With bullet holes and arrows hanging, I shall hold my head high, For all the battles, I valiantly fought, I survived, and I thrived.
It would be easy to forget it all, Patch up the scars and wear a mask. But why would I ever choose to pretend, When I have a glorious story to tell? I don’t need magic to heal me, I’m magical, and so is my journey.
Oh, my beloved, October, You’re a little too late this year. You see, I’m already in December, Withered, fallen, and icy cold. A tiny spark ignited in me, When you were about to begin, But well, that gave me a wildfire, Incinerating, my soul and my spirit. Now I lay in my icy coffin, With no sign of life within, As I observe you from far away, You, in all your orange glory, Oh, my beloved, October, Kiss me with your autumn leaves, Bring me back with your magical touch, Let me fall, once again.
When you have something to celebrate, Or face something that you hate, When you are bored out of your mind, Or there are tasks and you’re lagging behind, You know you never have to do it alone, Just blast your friends’ phone.
They are the ones who cheer you up, Stand by you when times get rough. They are the ones you rely on, When life makes you feel torn, Oh, it’s so nice to have friends, They are the world’s best presents.
But having friends can be scary, You open up your vulnerabilities, And friends forever is such a myth, Those are rare, so offbeat, ‘Cause many just put on their mask, Till they are done with their task.
Friends are indeed beautiful creatures, But I’d rather associate with strangers, ‘Cause strangers don’t backstab, They don’t know your crap, Strangers can’t hurt you, The way friends do.
If I close my eyes tomorrow, Will you wallow in sorrow? Or will you just forget me, My absence unnoticed? Sometimes I wish you cared, Sometimes I wish you were near, But you were never mine, I have no right to pine. And as I wonder, Will you even shed a tear, If I close my eyes? I realize… I’m already deleted, Your life perfected.