Category: poetry

Wishes Come True

I wished upon a star

to make me beautiful,

but I woke up in the morning

looking just the way I do.

I put myself together, wondering if wishes ever come true.

That morning, I smiled

at every stranger I saw

and of the things I got back

smiles weren’t all.

I grinned at the world; it looked back at me with awe.

That afternoon, I danced

in the middle of the street

and fell down, just so the man in the wheelchair

wouldn’t feel as weak.

I never felt happier before, while scraping my knees.

That night, I didn’t drink

and not a single cigarette

did I light up, for I was too drunk,

too high on happiness.

And for the first time in years, I slept without regret.

My wish had come true, for my soul had become pretty,

and that day I realized, mirrors are far too lifeless to recognize beauty.