at one time
i so sparsely believed
that such a manner of living
the chore of imagining happiness
the task of talking
the burden of being "okay"
the job of struggling with everything
wasn't what was considered to be normal
at any point, i could have just let it alone
accept the fate of which was my dreary life
until, that was
i got rid of my influences
shut away the diversions
and influenced what is left of my fate
if such a foreign and dramatic concept exists
i took my life into my grasp
held it close, told it my want to not rely on others
and so i listened close
hearing the calling, of deeper entrenchment
into the life all of us live
you called out, without a breath wasted
plain details don't matter that much to you
but you live much informed,
connected to the moment in time you reside
delving into my corruption
stealing the pen of this story
and rewriting my history
into my day you arrived
upon a golden shining hope
changing the thought of a somber eternity
to a bright and colorful adventure through time
and for once, i look forward to the days of new
not long ago, to the unhealthiness of the past
funny how one person can change a lot, oh so fast
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
