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I shall live, forever. My spirit has touched and warmed , many. Hearts connect across the world. Warmth of connected souls shall separate, never. I once was blind..wearing the dark glasses of addiction with despair and the rush of dodging oblivion. I broke out of this shell. A clear mind. Sober. By his own design and need. The shell broke easily to see the inner beauty. The need to obsess over money and missed obscenities..the moments I ruined became a mixed drink adding to my "depressaholism." He shines, even brighter. As he is now more "real." Intoxicated by the future and the bright opportunity of world and ,with me, it's unity. I am proud to have "woken up" and "place asside the need for too much materialistic hunting" The need for a "count of hearts I grew into fans" Superficial ego grew into Mr.Hyde. As I write this, tonight, with all my energy and truth. I've found, through open eyes and seeing the true future and it's brighter ways. I have found my Fountain of Youth.
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Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 1:25 AM UTC
Depressaholism
I fell from the stars that night I feared the clouded dark sky And severed all ties with my world I collapsed from within And cried A Birth called forth my fear Brought about worry, my tears For five long months it had built within Until it happened and I fell to the ground And cried An excuse to begin closing my windows Yet no blame can I place on him Inwardly broken and frightened of the unknown That weary cool night, my brother was born, I cried No control had been placed in my hands No one had asked me what I wanted My God simply had different plans For my family, for his birth, for when I cried Plans that would prove greater than I could imagine For a boy to show us all what life truly is To prove that love is more powerful than sin To teach us what it really means To cry That night was the foundation of following feats My brother would breathe and walk, His mind would prove stronger than possible The miracle of our home caused us all To cry Despite the distress caused by his birth In time I grew stronger in mind and in heart For that night I knew that everyday I’d see his face And realize his joy, his mind, his life. And I’d smile And cry.
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Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
His Birth