Down pity party lane

I try so hard to believe the words I write

But sometimes I admittingly fall short

And I am left deciding between knocking on Death’s doorstop

And reciting the mantra “change can be beautiful”

A few thousand, life altering, times.

Tonight I am a queen throwing a tantrum party with glossy eyes

And misty, tangible fears.

Tomorrow I will put on my favorite dress and lipshade

And sing a hopeful prayer.

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