The pages of my life are filled
With revisions and false starts,
Abandoned plots that led to nowhere,
A supporting cast that has failed
To live up to its billing,
The occasional villain who sought
To defile, revile, desecrate, and violate me…
But as long as I have the strength
To pick up my pen each day,
I know that the next chapter still lies ahead,
Waiting for me to put my destiny into words.
~~~ This poem was inspired by a prompt from Poetic Bloomings, asking us to write about an accomplishment we are proud of (children and family not allowed.) This is the second in a series meant to help us create a poetic memoir.
3 comments:
Ah life..we love and curse it. Keep picking up that pen to ink more brilliance.
I love the way you used your extended metaphor!
It takes personal power to keep that book open after several interrupted starts. And your narrator has that! Perhaps you/she can allow this poem to be a whole chapter, an entire uninterrupted chapter. How lovely! And many more happy returns of the day!
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