This year I hope to make my song memorable

I worked months,
plucking different strings,
listening to the melody I wish would exist,
showing it to some,
but not to all.
stressed
Making it as perfect
as I can.
Going over my level of talent,
and ignoring the other things around me
Keeping my eyes open
until I don't' notice
that I fall into a deep sleep
with my guitar
still in my arms
plucked,
but unheard.
This year
I hope
to make my song memorable.


I wake up
a beautiful song
unwritten for others
but only for me.
This isn't why
I worked so long,
struggled
every second
of every day.
To make it perfect
like an angles voice,
it was harder that I'd thought
especially if
I ignored all my responsibilities.
Have I worked
so hard
for nothing?
No
This year
I hope to make my song
more memorable