Like brick through a glass door
I break every time
I shatter, I crumble
I scream and I cry
When china hits concrete
I sweep myself up
No one else is going to
Who cares? Just a cup
Just my heart, just poor Katelin
Who can't seem to learn
That what goes up comes down
My scars are well earned
Won't someone tell her
The stories aren't true?
That fairy tale endings
Don't happen to you?
That once love is lost
It's not coming back?
But I still have hope
There's a reason for that.
My God, He will lead me
And write out my tale
And I'll get the last laugh
There's no way I'll fail.
My day will come soon
Though maybe not now
But I will be happy
This much is my vow.
I like the positive note of the poem. It exudes self confidence amid a sphere of poignancy. Very well written.
Thank you Hazel and Declan :) As for Richard, I think you need to improve your critical thinking skills. I am none of the adjectives you described and if you knew me you would know that I don't pity myself. I do however pity you and your lack of appreciation for poetry. But no hard feelings and thank you for reading. :)
I love the rhythm and flow to this honest and uplifting write written with panache!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow this is amazing. great example of how we all to should vow.