The official NaPoWriMo prompt for today is to “write a poem in which you explore what you think is the cruelest month, and why.”
The Cruelest Month
Was the month your first love broke your heart,
Or the month your dearest friend passed away.
It was the month when you learned that you, too, have limits
And that, sometimes, even you will fail.
It was the month you first learned what it means to despair.
It was the month when you were so sick
You thought you would die, so sick
You actually wanted to.
It was the month you first cut yourself,
And learned to like the pain,
Or the month you didn’t cut,
And never found an outlet for your harshest impulses.
The cruelest month was the month you found
Darkness, inside yourself, steeped in the world around you.
When you learned that life can be painful
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