(22/30) Year Twenty-One: CELEBRATION




Twenty-one felt like turning sixty-five
so, I threw a retirement party
for the hurt and pain
nestled into my bones.

I was drunk for two days after
my birthday as if being inebriated
would lift the veil of uncertainty and
fear secretly smothering my heart.

The morning after all that celebrating,
I took a deep breath, pulled open the blinds
and stared at the sun rising as
if seeing it for the first time.
 

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