Posted in Poetry

A Day I Hope To Forget

Day 12 of the 15-day writing challenge.

Photo Credit: America Magazine


A sigh that relief, pride and joy sounded.

All at a time the same.

That’s probably how it happened.

You see, this life is fairly shit.

Did I say fairly?

I meant very.

The day that I came into it is a day that I hope to forget.

With every breath I take, however, there’s no chance at that.

So I dub that day a day that I regret.

You can only regret the things you had control over though.

And this isn’t one of those things. So

What do I do?

About that, I have no clue.


Teen with the soul of a child and musings of an adult💖

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