Press on lil’ one even when it is hard
For inside of you is a conqueror
A soldier armed and waiting in the ranks
You are Apollo to a broken soul
Untapped potential you don’t even know
How could you when putting yourself down is
All you know all you have ever been taught
But you are more than broken promises
And you must press on for the future holds
Dandelions yet to blow and wish on
Flowers yet to grow, ballets yet to dance
You might feel broken and useless at times
But mosaics are still beautiful artworks
So keep fighting and don’t you dare give up
I wrote a sonnet (although is it a sonnet if it doesn’t rhyme but there are like 14 lines and its in iambic pentameter?) but like this is in iambic pentameter because it is literally the meter of your beating heart which is very much in line with this poem which essentially is to carry on living because there’s just so much more the future holds and sometimes anxiety and depression make it hard to see that so I think this is very much a reminder to myself (and there’s a lot of references to things that matter to me) and I haven’t been satisfied enough with anything i’ve written except for this in a very long time but I kind of like this one???
