I can't do brain
I can't do thoughts
I can't do friends
And I can't do smoking in parking lots

I can't do death
But I also can't do living

I can't do anything
Except for just giving
And giving

I guess the medication worked
I don’t feel depressed

I don’t feel anything anymore

I will always defend you
My spirited child
One day you'll sit quietly
But for now, run wild

Laugh loudly, cry freely
Get mud in your hair
Let rainbows and sparkles
Dictate what you wear

Have no inhibitions
Sing and dance as you please
Come home with wet socks on
And scuffs on your knees

Fizz with electricity
Spin round and round
Do cartwheels and swing
Until the world's upside down

Delight in the lights
When we drive after dark
Keeping waving hello
To every dog in the park

Ask questions, big questions
'What about when we die?'
Look for the loved ones
We lost in the sky

Play fight with your brother
Make him laugh till he cries
And chat from your car seat
The what's, when's and whys

One day you'll care
You'll sit quietly and blush
We'll get there, I know
But for now, what's the rush?

I will always defend you
My spirited child
You're never too much
You're bright, free and wild

One they stopped
Going to the playground
But you stayed.

One day they stopped listening
To their parents
Yet you obeyed.

The others grew up
When you did not.

For them it was nothing,
For you it was a lot.

She is strong
She pulled herself through strong winds,
Roots gripping the earth, refusing to break.
She survived with little care,
Drinking from the silence,
Holding on when no hands reached out.

She never complained about the thirst,
Welcoming the sun, even when it burned.
She learned to bloom in shadows,
Happy with the little attention she received.

She stayed, even when neglected,
Spreading fresh air to breathe,
A silent companion when no one else was around.
A quiet strength, unseen yet unwavering.

She stopped withering away.
She adapted.
She grew.
She became more than survival—
She became life itself.

I may not believe in a god(s)
But that does not mean that I do not have a religion

I believe in poetry

Is it worth all the worry,
The tension, the cost,
The poor sleep and fatigue,
The happiness lost.

The what if's or maybe,
Will it happen or not,
Worry is wandering,
It never will stop.

So learn to accept,
Your life is a scene,
A chapter, some improv,
On a three dimensional screen.

Those you will love,
And some you will lose,
Each day is a painting,
Worry works as my muse.