pity party
i need to throw a pity party
cry and
scream and
yell and
sob with a birthday hat perched atop my head
curse the days as they come
along with the ones that have passed
i pity myself and
the world and
all we will become
throw a party of anger,
smashing of cakes
then sweep the crumbs back under the rug
and force myself to stand back up
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Such a very relateable poem! Yes, we all could use a pity party.
I do like how you turned the mood of the poem with the last two lines. There is still strength to press on. There is still hope.
I felt this poem in my soul. It makes me smile and weep all at once.