I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again… I’m not a great writer. My grammar sucks. Composition a mere shot in the dark. My spelling is atrocious, thank you spellcheck!! Actually, my spelling is so bad that I’ve omitted so many cool, words because spellcheck can’t even figure out what I’m trying to say. So no, I’m not a great writer. But I love writing!! Sometimes I write to vent. Sometimes I write to encourage. Sometimes I write to shine light on living with mental health. But I write. And you read. So many of you read. Now over 7,500 of you have read, which to me is insane…go get girlfriends, or hobbies, or ice cream. (kidding…I’m so glad you read) I’ve been published more than a half dozen times in online mental health magazines. I really am blessed!!
Now here I’m going to attempt something a little bit different. I’m going to try my hand at some poetry. I love reading poetry…I’ve tried writing it before, never with much success. The last month has been extremely tough for me. In so many ways I’m completely lost to what’s going on. Happiness has been drained for years, but lately it feels so much like just a fleeting memory. So here goes…happiness.
…happiness
people talk about you …happiness
like you’re free for all to receive;
But with a life so overgrown with anguish,
I find that incredibly hard to believe.
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people talk about you …happiness
this warm-fuzzy, contagious thing;
while i spend most my life in sadness,
anger, torment, lonely suffering.
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when I see you …happiness, you ignore me
if i look at you you drift away;
then there’s times you feel so close to touch,
but then my fears comes to sweep you away.
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I see you touching others lives …happiness
with love, with warmth, with grace;
Like an artist you once knew me too,
and brushed a smile on my face.
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i’ve mad it a life goal of mine …happiness
to be brim-filled with you one day;
whether it be weeks, four months, three winters,
maybe after the kids graduate.
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the point is i won’t give up fighting for you …happiness,
however long this great journey may be;
through rivers, and mud, and scary dark roads
i’d risk crossing the vast, angry sea.
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people talk about you …happiness
and there’s definite glimpses i see;
moments of you holding and warming my heart,
leaving memories that will always remind me
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but i don’t want to have just memories anymore,
i want to have you all day and all night;
i want to hold you, to protect you, to keep you for good
but for now i’ll cherish these moments and fight.
Be happy! Be blessed!! Hug a Borderline…
Dave