I’m not sure exactly how many I have
But I’m approaching 2000 poems written
Which should feel like a pretty big accomplishment
Especially since I recently learned
Emily Dickinson has about 1800 poems
Well, at least those we know of
So I’m rubbing shoulders with good company
Especially since she was a shut-in like me
But that’s beside the point
What am I even talking about?
I guess that’s kinda the point
I’m approaching this big landmark
And all I can think of is
“What’s the point?”
“Where do I go from here?”
“What have I really accomplished?”
It’s like it’s impossible for me to stop
And actually enjoy something in the moment
Being happy merely from now existing
Like I forgot how to take my time to
Smell the flowers
♡Sugar☆World☮ 