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Megan H Sep 2016
Sadness was only a muse
And now it has gone away

Anger came in second
And it no longer has use

I'm left without muses
In my new happy, little world

Nothing to write about
No hurt, no pain

I thought I'd be happy
To see happiness again

And that is the conundrum,
My friends.

A poet thrives on it,
The sadness, the anger.

They love writing about the hurt and the pain
What do they do when it has left?
Megan H Jul 2016
And when I said,
"Beware of those who pretend",
It was a warning,
Because you should never-
Trust someone who tells you that,
Because they know
How to pretend
All too well.
Megan H Jul 2016
This one's for you.
My free spirit up in the sky,
I know you are watching me.
My toes in the sand
My eyes on the crashing waves
Beer in my hand
As the jazz blares in the background.

So this one's for you
Because I know that if you could be,
You'd be here too.
Megan H Jul 2016
The light finally glistening
Into her eyes
As she sees the world
For the first time

Many years away
From reality
But today
She is happy.
I am in Spain right now, as it is my first trip out of the country. I love life. I found it. After all these years, I found my true smile.
Megan H Jun 2016
I lost a part of myself
A long time ago.
But one day,
I woke up
During the middle of spring
And I saw the sun for the first time in a while.
I stopped comparing my tears to the rain.
Instead of the voices inside my head,
All I could hear were the sounds of nature.
I laughed until it no longer sounded foreign.
I did all of these things
Because something inside clicked.
I was happy.

I lost a part of myself
A long time ago.
But,
I think I found it.
To those of you struggling with depression: It does get better. It may take days, months, or even years, but give it time. You will find that missing piece one day.
Megan H May 2016
The words slipped out of my mouth
Before I had time to think.
I'm sorry for what I said,
I know you're on the brink
Please forgive me.
Megan H May 2016
I've lost that sense of feeling-
Of home.
Was told it was never a place,
But the people.
But something inside me brings me back
To the place that brought me pain and suffering
And it's almost funny
Because under all that pain,
I know I was happy for part of it.
I must leave this place behind for me to move on
It has almost become foreign to me
But I still feel the war when I stay inside
Darkness vs. Light
At least I knew then who I was fighting

Without a home,
What or who am I fighting now?
This is just a venting poem, not one of my bests. But of course, isn't that what poetry is all about? Writing down what you feel?
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