Small Victory

Not all days are winners. Sometimes we can go through weeks with our heads down and and our spirits low. But the great thing about this is that it makes the days you win that much better. We can't always win the war, but each battle won makes us forget about losing.

I did something today that I've been wanting to do for weeks. Fate brought me multiple opportunities but I never had the courage to do it. Well today, Lady Fortune presented another chance and it fell right on my lap. I don't know why; maybe karma is starting to fall in my favor. But I don't want to make presumptions, I'm just glad that I had a good day today.

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So for our poetry reading today, I'm going to present a different style of writing. Shakespeare did sonnets and he perfected it. But the reason his sonnets sounded so good was because he wrote in iambic pentameter. That combined with the rhyme scheme made his sonnets flow very smoothly. I'm not very good at meter and I can't for the life of me describe iambic pentameter to you. So I'm gonna try good ole fashioned couplets today.

The wind blows hard as the sun shines bright
This hot day is cooled by the cold night
My body shivers while sweat beads form
The paradoxes of today are out of the norm

There's a message behind the shift in the weather
Like forces of nature, humans don't mix well together
Making peace isn't always a possible outcome
'Cause we can't erase where the anger comes from

Asking me to give pardon is like parting the sea
Why can't you do what's expected of me?
Nobody wants to be the bigger person
It takes two to forgive, so you be the first one

In the past, I have proven my skill to be fair
But how will you cope when I am not there
I may be immature, but it's the only time
I'm being punished when I didn't commit the crime