A Success Story
Would you like to hear a success story?
I have been shown that beauty is always sad, A minor is the best key, Nostalgia comes in pint glasses, And that grey storms can be far prettier than sunshine- Especially when presented as limericks.
And I will always live in lows Far more articulately than soaring heights, But that is because I have signed on for silent euphoria, Just as much as loud suffering.
But a success story:
When I woke up at 2pm today, I could barely brush my teeth before I wanted to keep reading. The day was still mine. I listened to the same orchestral piece 8 times, And yet wanted to run and scream and fight dragons with every crescendo.
Yesterday I got glass merry with people who loved me, Who slowed down in Mario kart because I can be a sore loser. The day before, I served a customer who didn’t laugh at my degree And instead was impressed that I was staying so calm When the chef’s were yelling.
And she was right.
I am a small space person living as big as I can. I will grow and grow and grow, I will be the ivy on the ruins I write about.
We will have a moment when the sky is not big enough To cope with the happiness we have cultivated, In late mornings and pool games, In the novels I can’t name for fear of teasing.
There will be storm clouds that balk at the way we dance in rain. There will be lightning who has to compete with our smiles, There will be poetry that disappears because I am too busy living, To find the words to shade this feeling right.