2023

A wondrous year it was

Laden with invaluable lessons.

Strength build-up 

And overcoming monstrous obstacles.

I saw myself 

Shatter in pieces

And drown into depths

That I've never been to.

I survived suicide 

And narcissism.

I saw with my own eyes

How lack of money bites

And the role that paper plays-

How it works like a token.

Sometimes 

Fighting with racing digestive enzymes

Was a preference to a full stomach

Because I wanted to have a tranquil daybreak.

I survived secret committees

And threats of being disciplined

For what I didn’t choose.

I survived as a modern vagabond

And the streets raised me with love.

I missed my pie

Not because he was distant

But because medicating depression

And spending time with him

Was like sitting on a landmine.

I missed teaching and playing with him

But talked to him 

In telepathy.

Sometimes I was unable

To buy him bread

Because floating and sinking 

Had taken a toll in me.

I battered and survived guilt

And saved him from my loss.

I became a better programmer

And wrote many lines of code.

I gathered all my scattered poems

And bound them into a bouquet.

I boldly came out as a poet

And transformed my wounds

Into a beautiful masterpiece.

© Sea-Crab Poetry.

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