If this is my last day,
then this is a good day,
for that means on this day
at last I have won.
Melting ice escapes as water,
fallen trees burn bright as fire,
broken hearts make songs and art
and ended lives bring out the choirs.
Sing in harmonies,
minstrel armories.
Only the good and the bad are remembered,
forgotten are we who relate to them both.
For I am as much of a sinner as a saint,
and as much filled with mercy as I am filled with hate,
and though I’ll be forgotten tomorrow too late;
today is a good day for me.
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I am a marketing consultant and aspiring writer, with a major in English and a minor in history. I have been writing poetry consistently since my senior year of high school and have since published three poetry books and three novels. I have also written several songs and a few short stories. I also wrote and published a trilogy of novels, my Troika book series. I am currently working on a large-scale multi-book fantasy series that I am very excited about! Writing is a part of my every day, and I would have trouble finding meaning or the will to keep going without it.
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