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it’s the end
of a year.
i should write
something inspirational
about the places i went
the stars i wished upon -
maybe the times i laughed.
but i’m not going to.
because maybe this year
the bravest thing i did
was survive.
i spent my days
at war
with the person
who is my greatest enemy
(me)
and i lived.
i wish i could say
i cried
but i only
looked in the mirror
blankly
and said
“i’m fine”
to anyone who asked.
so i won’t be
posting happy pictures
with cliche captions.
it has been 365 days
and i hope there
will be 365 more.
that’s all.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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Comments (3)
Sara, your poem resonates deeply with me. Sometimes surviving is the bravest thing we can do. Cheers to another 365 days of resilience and growth.
This was extremely relatable because yeah, I survived too. Loved your poem!
Cliché captions, lol. You're right though, when it all boils down, it's just another 365 gone by that we are thankful we survived. Here's to another 365 🍻🍻🍻