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(old one, new one - who cares?)

By Sara Published 4 months ago 1 min read
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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.

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About the Creator

Sara

Don’t look for love.

Be love.

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  • k eleanor4 months ago

    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!

  • Lamar Wiggins4 months ago

    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 🍻🍻🍻

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