A Poem for 26
An Annual piece of art did I create
My mercurial spirits there illuminate
To express who I was at that age
Let the mystery out of its cage
I think of Munch’s Scream
And then myself make into a Meme
Maybe place my face in a lonely corner
Under the Starry Night, pull a yawner
See myself in a Requiem
As I did, me wearing a lil silver in my Septum
No new piercing in sight but Tattoos under consideration
And how my Anxiety would have multiple interpretations
I picture myself, a year away
At the therapist’s, in an inelegant display
Of emotions abound
How on Earth did my body keep them bound
A new haircut for a new age thought I
Booking an appointment I did sigh
More so when my trusted hairdresser finished his part
What he created, a short long bob, Is Art
A rose artificial, but ever lasting
Gifts to be showered as the last thing
Music and a drive are all I really want
So Santa, come early and help me flaunt
Perhaps I just wished to sip at my French Style Turkish coffee
Get myself into an all-time-favs frenzy
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And if you think I’m not talking about music
From 70s to current day, never staying on topic
Then you definitely don’t know me actually
Here’s a very terrible glossary
Weird humour, Teenage Emo chick to K-pop cray
I have moulded myself repetitively like clay
Bold to oversized, Colour to Monochrome
Long hair to Shortest, I keep shifting my zone
Today’s is seeking refuge in the Familiar
Tomorrow’s may be abandoning anything to the hated, similar
But Birthday girl, Silver, wished for you to know
Her Virgo heart does out to everyone in her cluster, go
Let’s celebrate every day as best we can
Each day is a journey so make a plan!
Liberate you spirit, set sail to Hope
To a safe but daring Adventure Elope
If you so read these words, to my plea relent
Take a Book and read with intense intent!
Learn something new, a fact, a fluke
Use a fancy way to then someone rebuke!
This is a day for passion and flare
Give even that Haughty Sun a furious glare
Bask in the bright moonlight
Use Wednesday Addams as a reference to fight
Play a song from the era I should have been Young in: the 70s
And one from the one I actually Teenaged in: 2010s
Today is a day I shall celebrate
How else would you have a writer who this chaos did create!
