Decennial
The superstitions I practiced kept me safe. All of the pennies and grains of salt thrown. Every wishbone that broke in my favor rendered me more time. I have been rewarded. A blessing or proof of good karma. What goes around comes around. And it’s finally come around. I want to scream for all I have endured. Roll down the windows and completely deflate my lungs. I am no longer a beacon of distress, a lonely lighthouse counting on my keeper. The waves that sweep the rocks have stopped calling my name. A feeling that’s earned its own decennial. Gone most days and non existent on many. For everything I could’ve been, I had to be sad for awhile. What have I missed while my head was down?
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