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POEM 365: I MADE IT

all I've ever known is this,

this seemingly endless musing.

I may make it

although there's nothing wrong with wanting it to end.

but it was cruel

waking each day to be greeted

by the blankness of another page

why would the simplest of tasks

make me stumble over words?

Why do I have to daily defragment my mind though so exhausted?

why can't the other day be the end?

I wondered, because I never knew

never knew what's right from wrong

nor the right next rung

what to write when there's nothing left,

washing my doubts and fears

like dried blood on a club

singing loud and clear the song

I'd planned to sing when today's come

I can make it

On the seventy seventh,

I'd wave my wand and cast the spells

all rituals observed and fears expelled

one more, yet another, and another,

pretend, that all is well

so no one can tell

I got a share of wordruptcy,

and in someway somehow

survive

the days, the delays, the doubts,

I made it

though I never thought much of what it takes

to wake each day this challenge,

I certainly saw some pretty dark days

of fair shares of heartbreaks,

of smooth sails on rough waves,

of silence's deafening shockwaves,

but the Lord has blessed me in many ways.

I made it

waddling through emptiness,

and staggering disappointments.

In the shadows of loneliness

and many blessed moments.

I made it,

to the end, crossing hopelessness,

and the constant critic in my head,

pray tell, why can't I just lay down on cloud nine

and let my pens fall silent around me

while I nap, maybe forever

floating in the wings of victory?

I made it!

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