The view forward is open Not a skinny narrow way But a wide open world full So many paths, a maze So I let all the hope in And I pick the perfect day Feeling the horizon pull Absorbing the path, I gaze I stick up my stubborn chin “This is my choice” I say…
It’s a curse to feel it all The heart aching words They eye kicking looks Like a tide turning pulse Racing like falling stars Across my universe The sky wants to fall Full of ice sharpened birds With piercing claw hooks And a needling impulse To open up these scars Yet again, I’m immersed
It wasn’t a castle But it was his castle I wasn’t a servent But I felt like one Obedience worn As decades fell And it was those My years of life Screaming at me Forever hoping I’d be worth More than that X marks the spot Decades lost Beneath my feet
The world can be dark Even though there is sun It can be cold and sad Even with birds singing You can have plenty Want for nothing And desire most To give it all away Because even stuff Deserves more Than to be stuck In a world of despair With you
I’m depressed today. It feels cold…maybe because of the rain but maybe not. Maybe it’s just because we have a lot more to worry about. If we don’t manage our worries and anxiety it’ll cause depression. At a time when so many are facing economic uncertainty, health worries, and possible life and death decisions I…
I feel like this is a pointless post. Like what I say or think doesn’t really mean anything. Maybe we all feel that way? I saw something beautiful the other day. Families outside spending time. Not just parks or walking but actively playing. Chalks in driveways, playing catch, or jump rope. To me that’s more…
It rests upon me A silent partner Waiting to choke The life out of me
There is a coldness that has nothing to do with temperature and if you aren’t careful with your heart you’ll understand what I mean. They say things They don’t mean And pretend Until you believe Until you trust But pay attention And you’ll hear And you’ll see The deception They weave They craft To fool…
When you can’t breath to think And you can’t think to act And you can’t act to change And you can’t change because You can’t breath
Sometimes the road parts And there is nothing there for you One takes you up the other down And neither one leads to happy Nothing but trouble and worry So do you stay? Do you stand still? Keep what you have and wait? Or do you head off road… off map Find that happy you…
