When I picture happiness I picture him.
His eyes like oceans waiting to be explored.
With hair as golden as his mother's wedding ring.
I picture him.
Because it feels like a picture is all I have left of him.
It sits on my grandmother's dressing table.
A sign of happiness.
A sign of pride for her.
The irony of her not liking my guns in her household.
But a soldier she did help mold.
A soldier at war with himself.
At war with his mental health.
She holds me.
A whispers softly "at ease soldier".
-XR
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Moments of gladness, moments of sadness & everything in-between.
PoetryI'm an 18 year old boy with Cerebral Palsy, depression and anxiety. I'm a British Hipster Punk Fuck who has dreams of happiness and independence. Living with my difficulties can be saddening and difficult so to cope I draw (follow my Instagram: ale...
