{"id":46914,"date":"2019-06-22T10:59:43","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T14:59:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=46914"},"modified":"2019-06-22T10:59:43","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T14:59:43","slug":"2-magic-7-16-2017","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/2-magic-7-16-2017\/","title":{"rendered":"2. Magic 7\/16\/2017"},"content":{"rendered":"

Marrying you was the happiest moment of my life\"\"
\nThat morning I felt so sick
\nNot because I was nervous
\nBut, because YOU were marrying ME
\nme
\nThis undeserving soul<\/p>\n

All I could think about that morning was,
\n“I hope She doesn’t change her mind.”
\n“I hope I look good for her.”
\n“I hope I do this right.”
\n“I hope She is as happy as I.”<\/p>\n

Gathered at the gazebo, we all waited for the words,
\n“She’s here.”
\nI swear I held my breath the entire time
\nRan, is not the word.
\nDashed, is more like it
\nOr maybe sped
\nAll I really know, is that when your sister called out,
\n“She’s here!”
\nI nearly tripped and fell<\/p>\n

If there’s a word for what I was feeling that moment
\nAnd every day after
\nI don’t know it
\nAt least, there isn’t one that can aptly express it
\nIt started as a tingle
\nAlmost like a buzz, that ripples throughout the skin
\nDeep down into the roots of the soul<\/p>\n

Crystalized and holy, that day will forever remind me
\nLife doesn’t always dictate itself
\nIt’s a risk we all take with every single breath
\nMatching our decisions with chance encounters
\nThat show us, the way isn’t always sacrificed when we move on
\nFrom the fears of trying again
\nTo learn there is meaning in broken hearts
\nNothing is beyond fixing
\nOr finding again<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Marrying you was the happiest moment of my life That morning I felt so sick Not because I was nervous But, because YOU were marrying ME me This undeserving soul All I could think about that morning was, “I hope She doesn’t change her mind.”…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":228,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,1136],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-46914","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46914","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/228"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=46914"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46914\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":47631,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46914\/revisions\/47631"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=46914"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=46914"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=46914"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}