the year of lyrics: a poetry project

my search for inner-peace, one poem at a time

Day 289 – Worst/Best

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It’s really,
One of those
Extremely exact moments in time
Where the day seems almost too good to be true
And it’s filled
Filled with honesty, practicality too.
And simplicity
Is driven into the wall
Hung up for all to see.
So brag if you must;
Release those you trust
And envision a world without judgement,
Carefully tied to the branches of sturdy trees.
Allow it to swing you back and forth
Displaying absolute originality,
Reminding us of perfection
In the cracks and crevices
See, your worst days are your best days
Just covered in blemishes.


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