Sipping Wine
i dont knowwhy i chose to
sip wine today
may be it was just there
a bottle gifted by someone
who thought
i am worth it.
So I poured half a glass
but i feel heavy
and its so
not worth it.
I have spent
a good day today
full of hard work
-i had been missing
for so long.
Done with feeling
sorry for myself
for being so down
after a bad fall.
The good days are
here again.
"Do hard work
-it always shows.
Don't worry
dont ever, okay.
Dont fret or stress-
nothing is worth it.
None over your health-
my honey."
Is what you said.
"And most of all
dont worry about me.
I would not be able to
bear the look on your face.
Be brave, my love."
This is what i heard.
Yes.
My days are
my promises to you
my evenings are
when i redeem them
My nights are when
I make them
with you.
Poetry by Sona
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Written on 2026-09-11 at 20:42
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Clara Mae Gregory |
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