#MiracleChallenge – Week 3 : Writing Prompt no. 2
I put on a brave face today
I dressed up, put on makeup
I look perfect today.
I won’t be brought down,
I am not going to cry or frown,
I’m in a perfect mood today.
I take on the streets
I walk like I own the block.
It’s behind me, trying to mock me
But I don’t care, this feeling of freedom is too sweet.
It has been long
Since I could finally back up one of my decisions
Today was the perfect day
And I didn’t even have to lit a candle
Didn’t have to pray
To keep that dark ball away.
The first raindrop
Then more and more
The dark ball is increasing,
“You forgot your umbrella
As expected you can’t do a thing right… ”
I start doubting,
Bow down and take the road back.
And now my perfect dress,
So bright, it competed with the sun
So white, it could be used as light
Is now soaked, dull and tainted
By the rain, by the dark ball behind me
And mostly by me
Because once again I betrayed me.
But I looked perfect today
And it was a perfect day