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Written for last week’s Monday poetry prompt, our prompt word was disappointment.

Monday Poetry Prompt: Disappointment | Living Poetry

In the mirror’s gaze,

I search for light,

but shadows pool in the corners,

heavy with unspoken words,

with promises, like fading whispers,

that left my lips untested,

gathering dust on the windowsill of my mind.

Once, I was a flame,

a flicker of possibility,

but now I’m a flickering bulb,

buzzing softly,

casting uneven light

on dreams that withered,

like leaves in an autumn wind.

I trace the contours of my longing

with fingertips tender and trembling,

reminding myself of paths untraveled,

bold decisions wrapped in fear,

paralyzed by the weight of “what if?”

and the gravity of “I should have.”

There, in the abysmal silence,

I can hear the clock tick,

counting down my aspirations,

and in its beat, a rhythm of regret—

each second a reminder

of another chance lost

to the haze of hesitation.

But disappointment is a strange companion,

an aching ache familiar as breath,

and though I shiver in its embrace,

I wonder if it also teaches,

crafting wisdom from the scarred aftermath

of moments when I fell short—

when I stumbled,

but learned how to rise,

even when the ground feels heavy beneath me.

In my heart, a tiny seed of resolve,

half-harrowed by despair, still stirs,

each day another chance to water it,

to whisper soft affirmations

and coax it towards the sun,

to embrace the possibility of become,

of shaping a self from the fragments

of what I once thought I could be.

So here I stand,

a portrait of imperfection,

learning to love the brushstrokes

of disappointment,

mapping my way through its intricate labyrinth,

finding beauty in the cracks,

the intricate mosaic of my spirit,

a testament to resilience,

to the courage found in trying again.