Poem:
I had lost track of time,
so I rhyme with quicker lines.
Brief, but pithy, I giggle, and speak witty.
traditional days such as this
should be cemented all year long
because as I verse this survival song,
its catchy rhythm sticks with you.
Swaying your heads to the vigor of my voice,
you feel good vibes; you feel so grateful.
This light which I walk, this heaven I talk,
shake the shadows, silent, still
set back to leap higher, I guess.
Perhaps I forget to crack some smiles
caught up in issues I wished to wrench,
caught up and clenched on retrospect.
I throw the piece away—redundant
as cliche as this sounds, I truly say
the pieces I have exist in abundance.