28 Years

Days,

Even nights.

Sleepless nights,

Days pass.

Weeks pass,

Even months.

Now into the years,

How many?

28 years.

Scorpio season,

Is upon us.

For I am,

Approaching.

My 28th year,

Year of living.

I've scratched I've clawed,

I've cried I've bawled.

One things for sure,

And two for certain,

I never gave up!

I made It.

Depression will never win,

Not today,

Not tomorrow.

And not in my 28th year,

Year of life.

Hey Y'all! This is a little about me, lol. We are officially in my birth month! My birthday is October 27th. And I'm officially turning 28 years old. Hence the title of the poem. Hope you all liked it! Here's to 28 years on earth lol

❤️Randi