Feelings, Poetry, Uncategorized

A Little Bit of Mess

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The truth is,

I don’t have it all figured out yet.

And that’s okay.

Because I like a little bit of mess.

Like the silence that comes right before

witnessing things that I have been waiting for so long to happen.

Like the waves that the raindrops create,

as they fall into tiny puddles on the ground.

Or the lipstick stain I see on my mug after I’ve taken that first sip of tea in the morning.

That folded piece of paper,

with the unfinished poem that I began writing a month ago.

Or the little crumbs that lie at the bottom of my favourite bag of chips.


I admit, I am a dreamer.

The kind of person who believes in fairytales.

Not that I think that someone would come knocking on my door

with a glass slipper in their hand,

But maybe if I didn’t give up just yet

I might be able to get just a little bit of that thing that people say is so hard to experience sometimes – pure happiness.


I like the chaos.

Like when I can’t decide

between two flavours of ice cream,

Or where to travel next.


And as I end each day,

I get to come back home to all of it.

The hope, the comfort, and the promising new beginnings.

And sure, I won’t lie.

As I said, it is a little bit of a mess.

But it’s also what keeps me going.

And keeps me awake at night sometimes.

Because when I look back,

I know it’s all mine.

And one day all of it will fall into place.

All it needs is time.



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