I hope you’re well.
I’ve got a rather long poem today about stuff that has just been playing on my mind recently- not really sure how I feel about it but I think I prefer this piece as spoken word, reckon it suits that style more but let me know what you think. Just feels a bit lengthy to me as a standard written poem… Hmm..
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To the young girl at the bus stop:
get used to it.
You will spend a lot of your time
waiting whether it’s for
buses or boys or everything to fall into place.
In the end,
none of it will matter so remember
not to measure your worth
by the weight of your mistakes-
it will take you too long to realise
that you are greater than the sum of their parts.
Not everything will be okay but
never underestimate your ability
to crash, burn and then start again.
Allow your heart to become the
wreckage it was destined to be
because it’ll do so without your
So learn how to dance through the debris,
breathe amongst the ash,
survive all the fallout.
Master the art of “getting on with it”
because it will often feel like you are
just a drop in the ocean.
Do not let this stop you from loving
or being loved;
you are never as insignificant as you feel.
Try to live unapologetically but
never be afraid to say you’re sorry.
You shouldn’t be surprised if the
words linger in your mouth like
a first kiss
or tumble from your lips like cheap alcohol-
stay away from cheap alcohol.
But do let yourself be intoxicated on occasion,
whether that’s by a bottle,
and never regret whatever hangover you’re left with.
Recognise that your parents are trying their best,
they do not know everything-
neither do you.
You are not selfish for walking away
when the ground beneath you starts to crack;
look after yourself as best you can.
Understand that the mirror
won’t always be your best friend.
On the days that you dislike what you see,
I’ll let you know what to do when
I figure it out myself.