note: after I wrote this poem yesterday, today I was fired without even knowing it. life. https://vocal.media/poets/if-only-there-were-no-ifs-2
Yes, I held a position here.
Yes, too often I avoided risks.
Yet today, I proclaimed,
"They scarcely notice your existence."
Still, I hesitated.
Maybe I should shine more brightly,
But is it possible to regain esteem once it's lost?
What if he begins to instruct again?
"Perhaps lacking confidence,"
He will judge me as lacking.
Why must it always be an uphill battle?
What truly is success?
Seeking someone’s approval?
I've spent years evading failure.
And grew to resent who I saw in the mirror.
This is the end.
I chose to resign!
Oh, fired? Well then, ha!
The universe must have overheard—
Time to redefine success on my terms,
Celebrating my unplanned liberation!
About the Creator
Nazli Can
She is alive and every day she realizes how much life is worth living.
Hall of mirrors
Things used to matter, before all the noise. And at that time when things still had meaning, there had been dreaming too, when dreams still mattered. And the brightest dream from those times was full of mountains and seas and smiles and the types of passion that absorbs you the way a dog is absorbed by witnessing something for the first time: with absolute presence, and awe.
By Giulia Viti7 days ago in Fiction
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