today's a special day
hitting 100 is really nice
technically 97, I must say
if you wish to be precise
hitting 100 is really nice
though not something I could have done alone
if you wish to be precise
I was never really on my own
though not something I could have done alone
every word was mine--inspired to write
I was never really on my own
it was a very hard fight
every word was mine--inspired to write
I struggled to find the words inside me
it was a very hard fight
trying to set the words free
I struggled to find the words inside me
yet I pressed on with my plight
trying to set the words free
guided by a love that still burns bright
yet I pressed on with my plight
ignoring the pressure and pain
guided by a love that still burns bright
I use the words to keep myself sane
ignoring the pressure and pain
making me feel like a hundred percent
I use the words to keep myself sane
after all that was their intent
making me feel like a hundred percent
technically 97, I must say
after all that was their intent
today's a special day
(This poem marks a special day. After seven months, I have hit the one hundred mark--not something I would have been able to do if not for a dream that asked me to rediscover the right side of my brain and the words that have not flown in quite some time. It only seemed fitting that I would challenge myself with yet a new poetic form. Hopefully I did not butcher this new form to badly, though I must say it was a fun one to work through.)
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