When Was the Last Time?

When was the last time 

you had a nice meal,

ate without guilt 

and enjoyed it for real?

How about the last time 

you woke up in the morning,

felt glad and excited as if 

it was a fresh beginning?

When was the last time 

you did something for yourself,

without thinking it's a crime,

no hesitations for oneself?

How about the last time 

you felt genuinely proud of something 

that you have achieved

with all your heart, like it was spring?

Or forgave yourself 

for making a mistake,

being flawed and imperfect

or for feeling inadequate?

For feeling weak, especially at night

when the world is heavily quiet?

or when your mind traces back right

at the core of your fears in delight?

When was the last time

you told yourself it's alright,

to cry and let go for a while,

howling like a wolf in the moonlight?

How tired you must have been feeling,

How lost you must have become.

You stifled all these on your own bringing,

and kept it hidden from the world, close and shun.

But here you are, living despite the fall.

Here you are, searching the meaning of this all.

Mustering the courage to show your smile to the world,

Here you are, hiding your pain though it's taking a toll.

Each day you try to pick yourself up,
telling yourself it's going to be okay.
Slowly, you try again to envelop,
the whys and the hows in each passing day.

Let these words be a reminder, you are worth it, you are brave.
Sometimes you get knocked down,

but you are powerful like a wave,
and so always though steady, you stand back up and fix your crown.

Despite the pain, the twists, and turns;

remember at all times, to yourself be kind. 

Our flaws are there to help us learn,

and from there we'll definitely shine.

To be perfect is not the goal,
to achieve success is an illusion.
Your existence matters, in each rise or fall,
you are loved, even in your most turbulent emotion.

Forget the last time you had a nice meal,
nor the last time you made each morning a new beginning.
Move past the last time you did something for real,
and you don't need to remember the moment you were last shining.


What matters here is that now you remember,
that this moment is what you have,
and while we miss the good old days like an ember,
today, you can tell yourself, you are genuinely loved.

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"When Was the Last Time"
Written by: Mary Jedde