Learning to let go is like learning to fly,
Losing stress lightens our loads toward the sky,
I'll be forever grateful for true friendly advice,
They've tinted my glasses rosy for staring down devilish eyes,
Take chances, climb a tree or jump in a puddle,
Acting a child slows us aging although subtle,
Putting away childish things may not always apply,
Speaking as a man child that's achingly shy,
If being a real man means bottling depression and emotion,
I'd rather cry tears of sorrow to prevent violent implosion,
Take it on the chin with a stiff upper lip,
There's an idiom for every situation even an online clip,
I yearn for the era of my childhood,
Where morals were paramount for every mood,
I can't seem to find my place within online intelligence,
It's the story of my life always anxious and tense.
Farls Tokley
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Anxiety Society
PoetryIn this collection of poems I talk about depression, dealing with condescending people and society's attitudes in general. Writing creates the catharsis I need in dealing with these woes. Oh woe's me, no one reads my poetry, should I give up throw a...
