Birthday
I continue to await wisdom
the sagacity I was assured
would come with age
For the rough edges of life
to be worn smooth over time
like the teeth of a newly cut key
Turning each page of my story
in anticipation of the plot
progressing past the painful parts
mixed with the mundane
Somehow I’ve remained sane
despite the bullying and abuse
the disillusion and disappointment
believing there must be some sort
of sacred meaning to my existence
after enduring such suffering
which would be revealed eventually
like clear cerulean sky after the rain
awakens fragrant flowers to bloom
permeating the air with their perfume
that it would all lead to something
beautiful by my next birthday
every year on the twenty third of May
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