Poetry For The Broken

my day

I almost forgot it was that time again

my special day. 

It's no wonder the days slip by, 

rushing into nothingness. 

I almost forgot I am the birthday girl once again, 

it almost slipped my mind that it's a day to celebrate me. 

Each year, I think less of cakes, 

each year, I think more of my lost dreams and hopes. 

Each year, I grow afraid that I'll end up like them. 

By "them" I mean those with unfulfilled dreams, 

those who accepted life as it is, 

and moved on to live in mediocrity. 

Today is one of the loneliest days, 

when I look back at how far I have come— 

or how far I haven't. 

Today, I close my eyes for a wish, 

wishing desperately for a miracle, 

for some bright reason to believe in again. 

Today, I whisper a quiet "happy birthday" to myself, 

and let the silence answer back.