Its something I wrote years ago and really wanted to get published.
I celebrate Myself i enjoy this day…
I’m sitting in the grass holding this..
A tiny creature..so cute..
It looks at me..and cries with happiness that I picked her..
On this day I will never forget
The little baby on my lap as
It yawns and then gently licks my
Hand…young and unexperienced in the big world
she is so beautiful the long
Fur and soft kitten paws
being only six weeks old…so tiny and sweet..
I already love her….
I celebrate myself…I’m enjoying this day..
Clapping, the flash of the camera
as I smile and laugh..finally home.. TV on.
static, Click, I turned it back off.
no need for sound..I need silence..
I set the trophy on the
Shelf above my bed, and lay back down, smiling
still dressed up in my best, I think second place,
Snap, Snap, Snap! I slam
the door in his face.
My little brother wants pictures…
Contests of beauty…a pageant..
Lame..Boring…Confusing
Pretty feet, look at me, All that make up…Stop!
That red dress flowing around me, I’m over it..time to sleep.
Today I celebrate him…I’m trying to enjoy myself.
Flash.. laughter and joy..
I’m wanting to be happy for him…
But i can’t….
He stares at me, beautiful roses…I glance back.
I think to myself..
I’m the one…
He should of married…not her.
He’s only eighteen, why She’s twenty-two..
she doesn’t know him like i do, she’ll never be good enough
for him..that quirky smile he gives me…
as if to say..
one day, one day.
Today we celebrate, the family all together, wanting to just to be happy again.
I’m in a dark room, the light turns on.
its my thoughts..
should I, No!..yes..I grab my CD’s
then walk out side…I turn on the music
the smell fills the air, BBQ,
Once again, I feel happy now…
turn on the game…Flash, theres the news!
Eighteen year old found dead in room…What.. No!
Found alone in his bed
I can’t take it..I scream, only on the inside.
Running away..they start to cry.
This can’t be happening..not again.
My love, the only one I’ve ever Known..
Overdose, but why?
He had a great life!!! Whats next?
Now…in this celebration..I am enjoying this day.
Twenty candles on my cake..Finally..I’m alive. But yet alone
Its a celebration, one, by myself, but i’m ok with that.
so I say, I celebrate my self today!
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