Happy Lies

Tue, 03/01/2016 - 13:32 -- Eesha

 

A motivational and cheerful friend,

She will support me ‘till the very end.

For when spirit is low and stakes are high,

She assures me celebrations are nigh.

 

But when I fail and finally break down,

I plummet and sink, beginning to drown.

Spinning and whirling and gasping for breath,

She abates my fear, leads me to my death.

 

I shouldn’t have listened, relaxed so soon.

Should have kicked my feet longer, faced my doom.

 

And now if I abandon Hope forever,

I’ll spring back from the pull of our hidden tether.

So knowing these limits I’ve tried to be wise

and forbid my ears from Her happy lies.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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