Even your favorite subject can be your hardest.
Even the "smart ones" will fail.
Even good grades become futile.
Even a textbook won't teach you.
Even your best isn't great.
Even good dancers fall down.
Even all medals aren't wins.
Even running will slow you down.
Even your old friends ignore you.
Even secrets won't protect you.
Even your mind will betray you.
Even your newest friends can heal you.
Even your cactus needs water.
Even with rest you need fuel.
Even your dreams just might work.
Even your wishes might come true.
Even routines can bind you.
Even a formula has faults.
Even your past doesn’t define you.
Even your future can become you.
Even foundation won’t ground you.
Even concealer won't hide you.
Even bright colors can dim you.
And even waterproof eyeliner
has nothing on tears.
Comments
I feel this poem so much. Sometimes we learn harsh truths alongside the important lessons that shape us; actually, that's usually the way of things. There is no even split in the poem: It's the good and the bad all wrapped up together, which is exactly how life presents itself to us. I hope you come away from this year with the brighter memories shining, and the harder facts and observations fading a little bit in the distance.
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