Trying: A Diary
I tried to be a better person today.
I failed.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll try again.
I tried to be a better person today.
I failed.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll try again.
I tried to be a better person today,
But when I took a good look at myself in the mirror
the face on the other side shied away.
I failed.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll try again.
I tried to be a better person today,
But as I stared at my open palms,
I saw them close again on their own.
I failed.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll try again.
I tried to be a better person today,
But by the time I was ready to start dialing
I’d already hung up the phone.
I failed.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll try again.
I tried to be a better person today,
I really did,
I really tried,
But I was so exhausted from my previous efforts,
That I stayed in bed instead.
I failed.
I’m not sure how many more tries I have.
I’m going to be a better person today,
I can feel it this time.
Today is the day.
I won’t fail.
I won’t have to try again.
I tried to be a better person yesterday.
I failed.
The same old specter came to haunt me,
and the wind was too strong to walk against.
I’m not ready to try again.
Posted Oct 21, 2022, 5:28 PM UTC · edited
I love refrain poems like this and you fully justified the form. There were so many original, startling images in this poem like palms closing on their own, the face in the mirror shying away. Imho, the poem was the strongest at the beginning then it started becoming more generic with the terms like staying in bed.
Thank you for your compliments and critique! I definitely see what you mean about the bed line. It's definitely the weakest line. I'll see what I can do to revise that section