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creative writing, disappointment, failure, poems, poetry, regret
when your house burns down
what do you do?
do you sweep up the ashes
and bid them adieu?
do you cry to the heavens
and say, why me?
or do you take a deep breath
and a cup of tea?
i choose to do the latter
and here’s the reason why:
i love gazing up
through a roof made of sky