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Mark the Calendar

the weeks will get easier

By Sam Eliza GreenPublished 4 months ago 2 min read
Top Story - November 2023
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photo by SamElizaGreen on nightcafe.studio

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.

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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.

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  • Kulshum Khatoon4 months ago

    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.

  • Margaret Brennan4 months ago

    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.

  • Novel Allen4 months ago

    This is so lovely Sam. Failing, rising, restarting, new beginnings leading to new discoveries. Emotions so well visited and overcome. Congrts.

  • Gerald Holmes4 months ago

    Beautifully written and flows like fine wine. I loved the way you ended this. Congrats on a well deserved Top Story

  • Rachel Deeming4 months ago

    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.

  • Hannah Moore4 months ago

    This is an astonishing exploration, fantastic. I feel I will come back to it, let is brew a little first.

  • Melissa Ingoldsby4 months ago

    Truly a evocative structured piece 👌😁😁❤️

  • Tiffany Gordon 4 months ago

    Beautifully penned! Well done!!!

  • Linda Rivenbark4 months ago

    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.

  • Manisha Dhalani4 months ago

    I gasped. So beautiful, and I really resonated with this, especially in the beginning part of the poem. Square one is familiar, indeed.

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