Falling in Reverse
by Patricia Harris
Spending the majority
of my life feeling like I am
Falling in Reverse,
standing up dizzy…
sitting down strong…
and yet is there really anything wrong?
Trying to figure out
why my life is so
backwards and wrong,
still fighting to remind myself
that I have always been
first and foremost strong.
Happiness is a mask
Applied as per needed.
Placed upon the broken soul
Per the desire to find
Internal calmness
Not found so
Easily that it must
Seem to be a
Sensation worthy of having.
Prompt: Last Night
Prompt: Survive The Day
Prompt: Without Knowing How
Again I was not able to work with the prompt today so I went to the folder and found one that I could use.
Prompt: Time
Prompt: Response
I have always considered comment poetry to be the highest form of a compliment one can pay a poet. The poem below is the one I was responding to.
Prompt: Home Blank
Prompt: Appreciation
Prompt: Setting
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