Stuck in the middle of happy and sad.
Anger and enthusiasm.
Heart-happy and heartbreaking.
There's never one or the other.
I'm not one of those folks that goes
through a sadness season -
when one only experiences sadness
during Life's bad times.
It's a wild, wild mixture for me.
One moment,
I'm on a happiness high...
thinking that I'm beautiful as a sugar day.
In another moment,
I think that I'm as ugly as a wilted garden,
covered with a heavy blanket of agony.
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Poetry(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that...
