By the time I turn an age
Where my prefrontal cortex isn't driven
By a rush of staggering hormones,
I want to know if I'll ever make it by this age
Out in the world.
If I can, I want to know,
Will I make it past August 27?
At 3:45, and in the background
There's the Carpenter's singing:
"Ticket to Ride"
Standing by my grandma's vase.
Will I spend my October 28
Finding discoveries about myself
Being grateful that I am still here
That I didn't end this life 7 years ago,
Singing "Don't Start Now" by Dua Lipa
It shouldn't matter now.
I'm not 27.
I can ask myself that question
When I reach that age, 7 years from now.
Over this entire year, it has been
Filled with observations in physical losses
The gaining of forming new connections
Socially and cognitively
I knew in the beginning, I felt ashamed of being
Twenty, that I haven't struggled in the way that
My friends are struggling.
Then I completely forgot,
That even though I am this age,
I shouldn't feel so ashamed
Just like not feeling ashamed
Of how scrawny I am,
The way people have pointed out in my past
Or how I like to write things down
Just to get it right and make sure
Even if it's not normal.
I love how scrawny I do look honestly,
People get the impression that I am weak
Based on how I look, and I love it
When I prove myself and others,
Wrong.
I really love to write things down
It actually keeps me focused
This helps me remember what I have learned from
Other people
It helps defend my statement of
"I can do this"
When I write my reasons
And helpful feedback to
Why and how I can do things.
All of these characteristics of myself,
I embrace, and loving the age and the person
That I am now,
It will make it easier for 27-year-old me
To love themselves even further.
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Contentment
PoetryContentment comes in all different forms; we get satisfied with what we are capable and incapable of doing in this life. These are the discoveries and little adventures I wanted to share with anyone who has ever felt lost and confused with finding t...
