I'm right where I'm supposed to be
It's lonely
I'm not having as much fun as I once was
But the fear of ending up in the hospital again is enough to keep me from going back to Sin City
Sin City could've been good
Sin City had opportunities for greatness
There was so much to do
I tried most of it
And
I got swept up with the wind
I used to see people as the four elements:
Wind were the people who were shallow, going with the flow, lacking substance
Fire were the people who were pure chaos, destroying their surroundings
Water were the people who were depressed, being pulled under the current, drowning
I wanted to be earth, a plant, constantly growing, rooted strongly in the ground, providing for life around me
I didn't realize the plant life would be so hard
I'm happy now
I thought this kind of happiness would keep away the bad thoughts
Instead, it makes me confront them
This happiness takes so much effort
But it's worth it
YOU ARE READING
Poetry and Monologues
PoetryI was loved. I was taken care of. I was ashamed of. I was intrigued. I was roaming, just like everyone else before I realized I needed to be more careful. Then I moved here, to the island. And I'm healing.
