There was black coming out slowly over my face
Actual words and sentences
A small picture of a smiley face
I involuntarily grinned back
Adding a black mole
- or was it a dimple?
- to the face
I write the things I am happy for
Because I lack people to be happy for
I think a bit more
And add in names of people I should probably talk to
'I will get around to talking to them eventually,'
I think now.
I hope I still do later.
I write some equations and mathematics reminders
- they make me feel peaceful
The universe calls out it is 4 AM
I hear the birds sing.
It's nearly dawn
- and my eyes smile back.
I was scared that my poetry would suffer as I was lifted from depression but here's to the creative process that can stand anything.
I have heard that "We accept the love we think we deserve," so I am going to try to start accepting love, even in small ways. This is literally a shout-out to all the people who have been leaving positivity everywhere on this site, in my life. I am going to rebuild my strength. That starts with seeing that even in my loneliness, there is joy and even with my joy, there is sadness, and accepting their duality.
Thank you to those people like Ketoma Rose, belleb, wolf spirit, Pradip C, Izshe, Olivia Kent, K Bala, Rai, Nik Bland, Timothy and so so many brilliant poets out there who remind me that there's strength in me still. And woah! I know I am missing out like a wholeeee load more, but that's pretty much all I am going to type in. Just know your sentiments are wholly and fully appreciated and that I go back to read some works and all comments at least once a week or when I'm feeling really low or something.
Also, this does not mean my sad poems go away. They'll still be here by the truck-load but I'll pitch a happy one in from time to time on this stupid long journey I've decided to undertake. Anyway, I hope the poets I mentioned see this or I am going to feel really stupid. Oh well. Sentiment still remains.
