30 Till 30 | An Ode to 29
Jan 8, 2023
The last poem you’ll have to endure.
And so we’ve reached the end of the line, and the gods are readying the
death knell
to play off the final tumultuous days of my
twenties.
29 has been kind in the way a bird
teaches its babe to fly—by pushing.
Meds can only do so much, so the work must be
done.
Through depression, I have worked.
Through anxiety, I have worked.
Through the good times, the bad times, the truest love, and the toughest heartbreaks, I have worked.
All year, I have worked.
And all through the next until I die—I will work.
