ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ᴘᴏᴇᴍ
(𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝟸𝟼, 𝟸0𝟸𝟺)

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Some days ago,
I was out with some friends.
We sat in a fancy restaurant as we often did.
We chatted and laughed,
And in a snap of a finger,
The hearty conversation
Turned into an unhealthy competition.

And in no hesitation,
One of them made to me a comment.
In her defense,
Whatever she said was an advice.
But all I could hear,
Was the mockery and her bragging about her achievement.
Soon after,
I was the topic of their laughter.

That evening, when I was alone,
I sat in a little corner in my room
Thinking to myself,
"Why can't I brag like they do?
Am I a failure or have I not one achievement to show?"
Slowly, but surely,
The nagging thought sank deeply into depression.
The sadness swallowed my heart,
And the self-hate became evident in my teary eyes.

Then, a calming wind crept into my room,
And found me in that little corner of mine.
It wrapped me in it embrace and whispered,
"Peace my child, peace."
I was sure I heard it voice,
Soothing as a calm sea
And before l realize,
That nagging thought began to vaporize.
My friend's comment wasn't any less real,
But Philippians 4:7 only became more real.

The wind didn't leave,
And it ministered to me a hymn
"Count your blessings," was my proof
That's I wasn't a failure,
And I have many achievements to show.

"Happy birthday Emy!!
You are loved,
And I am proud of you."

THE END