Farmer's Lungs (NaPoWriMo Day 15)

Day 15! Half way through NaPoWriMo and so far I have made it through the challenge of writing a poem a day.

I am fully in not even bothering to read the prompts anymore mode. I just don't like being told what to do I guess. I even fight my GPS sometimes that's how bad my "oppositional defiance" is.

Today I woke up and wanted to write a villanelle and this happened:

Farmer's Lungs.

Look back, take note, you've come so far.
Despite pressures you chew and try to swallow.
You don't need to. Become what you already are.

Not every turn has to be so damn hard.
You don't have to blaze the path that others follow.
Look back, take note, you've come so far.

Wretched time you've spent feeling subpar.
Lining up your plebian's face to that of Apollo.
You don't need to. Become what you already are.

You can't shake the world whole, it's not your part.
So your farmer's lungs, let's hear them bellow.
Look back, take note, you've come so far.

Your hands so rough, but they shape art.
When the machines love is brittle and hollow.
Look back, take note, you've come so far.
You don't need to become what you already are.

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