27

You’re 27
and you’ve lived
some.

You had a great love,
one that’s now shattered.
Yet, even with nothing left
but ashes, and old mistakes
it was a hell of a five years.

You saw your country
drove the roads
and touched the oceans.
You were drunk
on wanderlust
and whiskey.

You went to school
to learn how to make your words
sing out.
That was another five years
of learning to talk like yourself.

You went to work
in a cold hell
that built you up
and then broke you,
but you’ve learned
that you’re not so easily
broken.

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