celebrate
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In silence
I hear music
melancholy melodies
washing gracefully
through ancient corridors,
waves of rhythm
drifting across
gently rolling green.
I celebrate peace with a white petaled rose,
As the woes of a long war begins close.
Though the principle I did not opposed.
Singing and dancing and ridding my horse,
We are frantic, unguarded, constantly anxious, forever-troubled,
either too-loving or too-lusting, always showing-off, moment-capturing,
obsessed romantically, very fragile, in agony from broken hearts, image-driven,
I celebrate myself as I mourn myself.
For days I cried, for days I wandered, lost.
For days I was afraid, so afraid.
So lost.
So lost.
For days I rejoiced, life was so good.
To my Dad, my best friend,
I can’t even pretend that all this happened,
I just want to bend and contort until my body says no-
My mind is full of what if's, maybe's, and so’s.
