Living, longing, seeing, observing
Never quite doing, acting
Until a clear cry sounded
Breaking through my gray haze
A cry of need, of wanting
A cry for help

As I rise from my unseeing
I start noticing, taking in
Others than myself
They're all in stages of loss, of guilt, of shame, of poverty, of disarray
I want to go to them all, bring them back into the light -
But the voice calls again
I must focus - overwhelming responsibility will not aid those in need

I have found a voice, a voice
That will guide me, a voice,
A sound that will calm me,
A hand, a hand to show me
How to help those around me
And how to listen to others
And how to let them show me

And now I’ve been shown
Shown to care for others
Shown to see others
And now I can
Guide others
Calm others
Show others
To care, to see, to do and act

You may rest now, voice,
And I will continue your work

You ask What's so funny
I say You
You're funny
'Cause you say I started it
When it was you to begin with
You were rude and
What you said pointless
But you say I started it
So I'ma tell the truth
I'ma say what you said

But I'm the better person
And you're gonna live with your lies
And I'm gonna be free
Free of you
And I'm gonna forget about you
And I'm gonna live the better life

Expressing your feelings
splashes of color and sound
against a blank canvas
words that flow like water
paint and paper as bright as the sun
notes that fill a world of silence
spinning, tumbling, making art

A place of peace,
of birdsong and freedom
A bubbling brook, soft with moss
the stream runs a steady pace
bringing me quiet

A sanctuary
A haven
Another world to be in

A place where I exist
just going with the flow
breaking the trance every so often, to
laugh or sigh
A place where I can escape the turmoil, the chaos, the familiarity of home
where I just be
where I just watch, and see, and hear, and smell, and feel as if I am spectral,
having floated into the authors creativity and genius

He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come

Change can be for the better,
can be good
But change can be scary,
new
DIFFERENT

but humans are resilient, strong
we can persevere, and stand tall
no matter how hard
Change can throw us off our feet
but even if it does
WE CAN GET BACK UP
even if it leaves us battered and bruised
WE CAN GET BACK UP
and we will
we will not let it get the best of us
we will not let it win
WE WILL NOT LET IT WIN