Poem of the Week: Villanelle of Courage

Villanelle of Courage
March 19, 2017

I’m quite done feeling sorry for myself.
I’ve moaned enough groans and cried enough tears.
Time to store my self-pity on the shelf.

For too long, I’ve felt like a hapless whelp,
Always at the mercy of my own fear.
I’m quite done feeling sorry for myself.

Facing things alone, few folks ‘round to help,
Nagging doubts always raging in my ears…
Time to store my self-pity on the shelf.

‘Tis the cruelest thing in my life I’ve felt.
Nowadays, though, I’ve grown sick of the jeers.
I’m quite done feeling sorry for myself.

It’s about time I stood up for myself,
Took life by the horns, and conquered my fears.
Time to store my self-pity on the shelf.

After all, I alone can teach myself
To attain and keep that which I hold dear.
I’m quite done feeling sorry for myself.
Time to store my self-pity on myself.

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Poem of the Week: Pity Party Crashed

Happy Memorial Day, America!

This week’s “Poem of the Week” is just a little something that’s sweet, straight-forward, and easy to follow, both in terms of rhyming scheme and the message it tries to convey. Without any further ado, then, here’s Pity Party Crashed. Enjoy!

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Pity Party Crashed
May 15, 2013

I’m usually calm and laid back, just doing my thing,
Moving on with my life like any other adult would,
But then the memories come back with a painful sting,
And suddenly I’m feeling nowhere as cheerful as I could.

All the classmates who made fun of me for whatever reason,
All the teachers who belittled me and treated me like scum,
All the excuses I had to look forward to the next season—
You’d think that I’d be happy to know that those days are done.

Sadly, the pain still lingers, and all ‘cause I was too slow
In addressing each issue right when I needed to,
And all the people who’ve hurt me, much to my dismay and woe,
Have gotten away with doing so without a blemish or two.

I know, too, that I still have a future ahead of me,
Even with all the years I’ve spent in my life already
Having gone down the toilet to where no one else can see,
Be it my own fault or circumstance having sent it down the jetty.

The problem is, however, putting my foot in the door,
And I don’t know what I’m doing wrong, but it always seems to me
That each time I’ve tried to do so has proven but a chore,
For the door just slams in my face, and I’m flustered as can be.

Such is the way it’s been for years, and it’s bugging me to no end,
For by now, I should have long been in a much better place,
And I get so upset at how I’d held myself back, my friend,
And no matter how hard I try to remind myself I’m no total disgrace,

I can’t help but feel ashamed for all the accomplishments I could’ve had
At this point in my life, but have failed hard to achieve,
And I hope that sometime in the future, things won’t be so bad.
Unfortunately, at this moment, all I can do is grieve—

Grieve for a childhood I’ve lost, and know I’ll never get back,
Grieve for an adolescence wasted on petty, trivial crap,
Grieve over an adulthood that’s so far only given me flak,
Grieve for—ouch! Hey, what was that that just gave me a slap?

What else do you think it is? ‘Tis I, your conscience, you fool!
I’m so sick of all your whining and how bad you think you have it
And how you’re letting the past prevent your future from being cool,
And quite frankly, it’s time I stepped in and made you cut your…crap.

You still have a future ahead of you. You just said so yourself.
You’re only in your thirties; that’s still a ways off from being old,
So don’t think for one minute of putting your life up on a shelf
Just yet, for you can still achieve your dreams, if you’d just be bold.

Stop moaning ‘bout what could’ve been and obsessing over what once was.
There’s no way to change the past now, only what can be and what is,
And the sooner you get to task on your latest project, the sooner the buzz
Will be around your work, and the sooner you’ll make a splash in the biz.

Hmm…maybe you’re right. Maybe it’s time for me to tear
My head out of my anus and straighten myself out,
Screw my heels in and see to the business I must take care
Of in order to prove to the world exactly what I’m about.

I’ve obviously felt sorry for myself for long enough, I’d say,
And even though I’m more destined than not to languish I some more
In pain and frustration with life denying me my long due pay,
I know I still must plug along if I plan on settling the score

And show the world that I’m worth something after all,
To show everyone that I do matter in the scheme of things,
And to show that I can stand both accountable and tall
On my two feet, no matter how sharply my memories sting.

On that note, then, I’ve no more time to be wasting away.
It’s time for me to screw my heels back in and take care of
The business that I hope will lead me to a better day
And help me make the most out of something that I’ve long loved.

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That should do it for this week. Hopefully, this poem has inspired those of you who somehow feel stuck in life to build up the courage you need to tackle whatever obstacles yet stand between you and your ultimate goal head-on and not let anyone or anything hold you back from attaining that which you want most out of life. In the meantime, thank you all for stopping by, and once again, I hereby salute all the men and women who have fought in the name of the good ol’ U.S. of A. and all that it stands for. I thus hope everyone’s Memorial Day is a safe and prosperous one, and until we meet again, all, happy reading!

Regards,
Dustin M. Weber

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Once again, everyone, thanks!