It’s when the moon replaces
The fluorescent lights in our homes
Everything falls apart.

There goes the little boy,
That smiles through the pain,
Crying for forgiveness.

The alcoholic
Pours herself a gin & tonic
For the 5th night in a row.

And there’s the Priest,
Who hosts Church every Sunday,
Washing away his sins.

We love summer,
Hate the sun's heat.

We enjoy fresh air,
Outside few are seen.

We like flowers,
Bugs can disappear.

We cherish Holidays,
But the cold is severe.

You said you loved,
Yet went and betrayed.

So for those reasons,
My trust issues stay.

One of the hardest challenges to overcome is life.
Having the will to carry on through the treacherous journey,
But for some that will is given up without the affects of old age or illness.
From child years to adult years we are told that life is hard
But never how to overcome life.
No one is ever ready for a real answer to the question,
“Why is life so challenging?”
And while I can’t say that I hate my life
Or life as its own,
I find myself wandering over to that same exact question.
Because if anyone ever knew the answer
Then maybe we wouldn’t be struggling
To find our way through it as much.

Dear Myself,
I’ve learned so much.
Like how the world is gray,
And feelings can become numb.
Sincerely, me.
(ps. I’m not ok.)

My mind holds me captive.
It ties me up and keeps me hostage
While telling me innocent lies,
Of how I’m perfectly fine,
And I’m too scared to accept it
All because I can’t ruin my pride.