A poem I wrote one year ago called “Self-portrait with birthdays“
Self-portrait with birthdays
As each year goes by,
I wonder
Did I do much with my life?
I graduated from college
Magna cum laude,
written a poetry book,
Raised a child,
have written three unpublished novels,
Been through two abusive relationships
And spent a week and a half in a hospital.
My birthday is August 27
And I wonder,
“Is this all I have to my existence, to say that I’ve
Ached through a lot and achieved a lot?”
Should I have be
A rock star
Or
A reality TV star
Or
A rich bitch?
Should I have been a
Somebody
Or a somebody else?
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