April 30th

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Today is the final day of our April Challenge! The actual last day. Crazy, I know, but true.

I take back my words from the other day when I said “Looking Back” should have been the last prompt, I was proven wrong today because the prompt we have today is “A Praise Poem.”

Now, that is a prompt worth having for the last day, isn’t it?

Without further ado, here is the Praise Poem, and maybe I think of a title. As a last day present for my poem. Maybe.

If I am to praise something

It would be this body of mine

Forever lasting this madness

I call life.

If I am to praise something

It would be this mind of mine

Too dark at times, with far too few lights

Still, never giving up on me.

But how selfish is that?

Praising a body and mind

which barely belong to me.

They were created by my parents,

and their parents, and I only held it

for a few years, on not so comfortable

pillows, throwing daggers of dust,

and arrows of always ending time.

If I am to praise something,

It would be the time I had

On this beautiful world

I call home.

And that was ironic, I do hope you know.

Because life is a struggle and the world

is not a scene. No matter the lines I learn

the lights never turn on, but that’s ok

For I like it dark, I thrive in there.

If I am to praise something,

this time, it’s true,

it would be this writing of mine.

Keeping me alive, and floating

another day at a time.

And that was the last poem you will ever read on this blog. Most likely that is, for this past month has been hard. I have learned mainly two things if I am to be honest with myself and with you.

First of all, and one that I am more than happy to confess, writing every single day, wanting or not, created a routine for me. And now, I find myself unable to go a single day without writing. And I am not only talking about the poem but every single day I wrote something, reaching even 3000 per day, which never happened before. I am lazy and all that.

Second thing, which I so want to get out there is, My God, writing every single day is hard. Finding ideas. How many ideas can one have? And you can see it, not all the poems you have read are even worth reading, but I had to put them there, so I did.

As I promised, this is a writer’s blog, where the struggles are not hidden, but out in the open, that is why I said the above. Not as a complaint, but as an acceptance that it happens.

Another thing worth mentioning is the poem itself. I always try to separate my person from my writings, but I felt today, given the fact that it’s the last day, can be an exception, so I guess that is me.

All in all, this has been an exceptional experience, and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.

Thank you!

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