On the hours before the clock strikes twelve
I got up, heart and mind bothered
Nonetheless, I found a pen
And set to make my promises
in a crumpled sheet of yellowed paper.
Never will I suffer
and set my heart on my sleeve again
Never will I let my feelings
get the better of me again
Always I would struggle,
but I won’t put myself in vain
For I can always try harder
and make myself alive again.
I would stumble and crumple
like this piece of paper
But never let myself be torn apart
and throw myself asunder.
Hi everyone! Hoping your year started with a blast though. This is my first poem for this year, and I hope it’s the first of many (since I’ll be busier for the days ahead lol).
It may seem weird but I have a habit of writing drafts on scratch paper, even to the extent of writing at the back of my mom’s ATM receipts lol
I’ll leave this here because I was ordered to take a rest and prohibited from all kinds of internet activity *wails*. Nonetheless, thanks for reading!