I Promise Myself
Megan Jones
In the autumn breeze I will find prosperity in myself - With the warmth of self-love revealed. My shattered heart of shards of stone kicked away at the seams - Leaving behind frights of terror and worry. Don’t give up hope for which it wins and I lose. Be the sunshine I choose to be and lose that fear of failure.
Wordplay
Amy Dana-Mayernick
If Progress were a linear thing, It would be a simple thread of string. Like a floor one cannot dig beneath Or a ceiling one just cannot breach. Predictable, yes, from begin to end, Without a break or doubtful bend. But without the twists and turns and bumps, Or doubling back and taking lumps, A boring word it’d doubtless be, From the second S to the capital P. So as I up-down-loop-and-turn, with all the climbs and slides I earn, I love the long and swooping journey, Of meandering Progress in my story.
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