Mark the Calendar
the weeks will get easier
Mark the calendar
because it's been another
day, and I think we
can make it.
*
Remind me,
even without words,
that the weeks
will get easier.
*
As easy as coffee
in the morning.
As easy as just forgetting.
Let's not talk about it.
*
Restart the timer
because it's been an hour,
and I think this one
will be different.
*
I planned it,
and I'm dedicated.
I just have to wake up earlier,
try a little harder.
*
As hard as the rock
in my stomach
when I realize I forgot
again and again.
*
Square one
is starting to become
familiar.
*
Add reminder:
We are not defined
by our worst days, rather
how we overcome failure,
*
and everything is failure
until it's not.
If you think long enough
about it, you'll get lost,
*
and if you get lost,
you won't remember
to mark the calendar
for days we tried our best.
*
November, I cooked breakfast
for the first time in months
and remembered that I love
blueberry muffins.
*
I learned how to cut
a pomegranate
and savored the messy,
sweet grit.
*
Can you recount when
you found enjoyment
without the twinge
of guilt?
*
Starting over
no longer feels
like the right answer.
*
Mark this, somewhere.
It's been weeks since the
equinox, and in the aging
of this year,
*
I discovered that seasons
aren't always distinct
because summer and spring
linger in bouquets or lemonade.
*
Days, months, years
don't seem as heavy anymore.
We were counting for the
sake of sanity, weren't we?
*
I became the seasons,
and it wasn't
from planning
or drowning in caffeine.
*
It wasn't from simply
surviving the hardest days
or waking up earlier,
or marking the calendar.
*
It was understanding
that fire cannot billow
without wood, vines cannot crawl
without water or sun rays,
*
and people
cannot heal
without relief.
About the Creator
Sam Eliza Green
Wayward soul, who finds belonging in the eerie and bittersweet. Poetry, short stories, and epics. Stay a while if you're struggling to feel understood. There's a place for you here.
Comments (10)
A masterpiece, The way you navigate through the complexities of time, resilience, and self-discovery is truly touching. Each word feels like a step towards embracing the ebb and flow of life. Thank you for sharing this heartfelt journey with us.
What a beautiful poem and the emotions it reveals. It makes one realize that life is way too short to be hard on ourselves about forgetting the little things when there are so many wonderful things to remember.
This is so lovely Sam. Failing, rising, restarting, new beginnings leading to new discoveries. Emotions so well visited and overcome. Congrts.
Beautifully written and flows like fine wine. I loved the way you ended this. Congrats on a well deserved Top Story
Looking at what's done right instead of what is wrong - the struggle of any relationship. I hope they make it. Can I just say that I love your blurb for your page? I feel like there is a place for me here. Thank you for inviting me in.
This is an astonishing exploration, fantastic. I feel I will come back to it, let is brew a little first.
Truly a evocative structured piece 👌😁😁❤️
Beautifully penned! Well done!!!
I read this one slowly, savoring some lines."We are not defined by our worst days, rather how we overcome failure. And everything is failure until it's not". And just like the fire needs wood and the vines need water and sunshine, we all need relief..which is often found in human contact and friendship, in quiet moments, and the beauty of nature (to name a few). Great writing. I will be back for more.
I gasped. So beautiful, and I really resonated with this, especially in the beginning part of the poem. Square one is familiar, indeed.