What am I doing How did I get here Why bother going on In your mind Out of it A troubled past Or a bleak future Yet I am Present I didn't see the point Yet something pointed me here I thought i can't go on Yet now I'm writing poetry I thought I needed solitude I found solidarity I thought that I was weak Asking for help is strong
I've edited this, switching the second part to "I". Originally they were "you" because I wrote this poem while in the hospital and wanted to help;My wife (a much better poet!) pointed out that person change and how it's much harder to write from first person....which was part of the reason I was in the hospital in the first place, I needed to learn you gotta put your own oxygen mask on before you try and help others. I did leave hand written copies of the original around the ward when I left. Now I'm not saying I did do it, I'm not saying I didn't do it, I'm just gonna say the coyote outside didn't move in his own!