Life gave me rotten lemons.
But somehow I’ll still make the lemonade.
This life is hard that I’ve been given but the despair is what made me
Who I am today.
I was born to write.
And write I will.
Why have I wasted so much of the time that
I was given to kill?
I remember in third grade winning an essay contest, with stars in my eyes.
Then in college a professor told me,(more like threatened me) to write a book, much to my surprise.
So what did I do with this talent of mine?
Well with every thing bad that happened to me,
I couldn’t except that, that was just life.
I wasn’t strong enough to push forward.
To pursue my dreams.
I let people push me around,
tell me it wasn’t okay to just be me.
But now, no more, “I’ll just start tomorrow.”
No more, “My life’s a mess, poor me can’t you see my sorrow?”
No more, “I guess since I spilled coffee on my laptop I should just give up.”
Psh what a coward I am giving up what I love!
After reading all of your stories, I started to realize,
We only have today, and even if I only have a pen and a napkin,
Dammit I was born to write!
Poetry
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Aww, very nice! A hint of irony, but meaningful