It’s going to be a roller coaster. 

It’s going to change the way you feel 
and think for the better in the end. 

It’s going to happen sometime early  
next month. 

It’s going to cross your mind once a year  
while you are running errands,  
try not to think of that sad time,  
instead blink away dark memories  
and delight in the way the snow glistens. 

It’s going to ruin your concept of love just 
when you are getting comfortable,  
for the entire world to see, but fret not—  
it’s just one of those  
life lessons that make one stronger.  

It’s going to take your breath away, much like 
rose-gold explosions in Spring  
when bud and foliage are at their peak—  
be prepared,  
to embrace, the change that follows.  

It’s going to be close: to secure election a 
candidate must  
at the first voting poll an absolute majority  
and a number of votes equal  
to one-fourth of the number of electors. 

It’s going to melt your heart, when the frosting 
you so endearingly put on the cake  
to decorate 
will be appreciated by the relatives,  
cherish every bit of it.  

It’s going to be a long day tomorrow, and an  
even longer night.  

It’s going to bring you out of your comfort zone, 
but then again, it’s a price  
one pays if he wishes to move forward. 

It’s going to lead you to writing better poetry,  
circumstances just do,  
it’s how the universe makes sure  
we blossom, with a silken burst of sound. 

It’s going to happen at the end of this year. 

It’s going to fill you with rapture, it’s going 
to redefine happiness. 

It’s going to take place on New Year’s Eve, 
in front of the postman,
while you are receiving the parcel
sent for your mother.  

It’s going to make you cry and laugh at the 
same time.  

It’s going to belong to you like nothing ever  
has before.  

 

 

 

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Inspired from the poem “This Living,” by Amber Tamblyn for Poetics where Dora
invites us to write employing either repetition or a motto. Come join us! ❤️

Posted for Poetics: Of Mantras, Repetita Juvant @dVerse Poets Pub