Jul 2016
The mist is lifting
making way for the sun's return
little beams break through
to laugh and play upon the ground
I've worked here in the dark
So long
visiting each day
That the brightness hurts my eyes
I squint to surround myself with darkness once more
pull myself back into shadow
The Shadow I abhor
but it's been my home for months
so now the light confuses
Me
Is it gone
No, the mist remains as yet
though filled with holes
Sun begins to
Set
Afire
The mist
is lifting
making way for the sun's return
little beams break through
to laugh and play upon the ground
making way for the sun's return
little beams break through
to laugh and play upon the ground
I've worked here in the dark
So long
visiting each day
That the brightness hurts my eyes
I squint to surround myself with darkness once more
pull myself back into shadow
The Shadow I abhor
but it's been my home for months
so now the light confuses
Me
Is it gone
No, the mist remains as yet
though filled with holes
Sun begins to
Set
Afire
The mist
is lifting
making way for the sun's return
little beams break through
to laugh and play upon the ground
After many many months I'm finally beginning to feel like myself again. I don't stuggle with anxiety much anymore. I'm calm and can talk to strangers again. I'm still in an Ulcerative Colitis flare (6 months, longest ever), I still am exhausted and can't exercise, and I still get depressed by those two facts, but it happens less. I feel like crying a lot, and my inner monolog is pretty sad when focused on self, but I think that it is mainly a bad habit for me. I'm thinking sad thoughts because I've become so used to it. I think I have a right to be sad. But I don't have a right to be sad. I try to focus on my sadness and depression, in order to resolve it, but that never helps
