C'est la vie

before you read: 'c'est la vie' is French for 'that's life'! I picture this poem to one day be a simple song. One day I might find the right notes, chords and rhythms for this, who knows!

Last year,

I laughed

I cried

I failed

My arms flailed helplessly

As i looked at everything miserably

And just as i was on the path to lose all hope

A voice in my head said,

“C’est la vie”

Now,

I scream

I tremble

I cower in fear

I let insignificance dictate me

I let weaknesses define me

Disregarding strengths

I let my bad days dominate my perception of what life can be

It gets so bad that i can’t help but cry

But then my mother whispers in my ear,

“C’est la vie”

Tomorrow,

I will face rejections

More failures

More fallacies

I’ll cry and refuse to be happy

Similar to those like me or before me

I will see no reason to believe in positivity

I’ll be at the lowest point

And all that will bring me back to rationality

Will be someone telling me gently,

“C’est la vie”