Poem: I Always Win
Poem: Co-written with Roman Finley
I Always Win
I used to be forlorn—
perplexed,
dazed,
lethargic.
Grave clothes draped over me
like a black cloud,
like a curse,
a voodoo doll with a pin.
Then he called me by my name.
Now I’m cheesin’,
grinning from my heartspace—
internal congratulations
externally manifested
every single day.
My pain is still a battlefield.
Some days more Wuthering Heights
than mountain peaks.
But when I choose myself,
I always win.
It’s a blood rush.
A heartthrob.
A racer breaking the tape.
A racer breaking the tape.
About the Creator
Chelsea DeVries
4 x award winning author of Sticks and Stones: Full Story Edition. Writer of stories with vivid imagery, emotive realness, and characters that you will fall in love with one page at a time. I also run The Smart Cookie Philes.
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