After a lot of toxicity in the work environment and many days of coming home feeling completely drained, I decided to direct my feelings the way I used to-writing. Everyone knows the saying, the pen is mightier than the sword, and with me it certainly holds true. When I'm writing, I feel like I am in complete control. I get to bring my thoughts and vision to everyone in a way that is not only constructive to my attitude, but lets readers use their imagination and dig into the meaning of words that I'm writing. I've always loved the open interpretation of poetry and how the words that are written are left to those who happen upon them to decipher. With that being said, for today I'll share a poem I wrote just out of high school, while I draft up some ideas for new, fresh stanzas.
Here's to Me
My dear friend, here's to you and here's to me,
Our lives are a cup from which others drink;
I know together we will always be,
Never once caring what others will think.
We grew together and shared a great deal.
But time is a child's face and all must change;
These emotions I do not like to feel,
So long it has hurt, yet still very strange.
I have noticed you are not yourself though;
On my skin our friendship is now a scar.
You have spilled your cup, which no longer flows;
All that was, now lies in a fallen star.
I hoped together we would always be;
So now friend,
The hell with you, here's to me!
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