When tears threat to come,
I pick up my guitar and start to
s t r u m .

And every chord has great meaning to me,
A minor, C sharp, G major, B.

I play those strings,
and they play me;
crisp,
smooth,
rich,
and clean.

I hug it's body and my fingers dance;
I play as if it's my last chance.

I hug it tighter and close my eyes.
It's a heaven;
a blessing in disguise.

It may be dead
but it's so alive,
it invigorates me and
makes me survive.


Six strings on my guitar,
bringing me

so close

and yet

so far.

If you take too long to cook dinner,
everyone will just end up
eating cereal.

Today,
I will give up.

All of these problems and struggles,
I've had enough.

I don't want this weight
on my shoulders,
I want all of this to be over.

My strength  is thin,
and I'm beginning to fall apart within.

Today,
I want to give up.







But I don't.

I am human.

I make mistakes.

I learn.

I fail.

I succeed.

I am not perfect;
nor do I want to be.

I want to be free.

I want to be different.

I want to be unique.

I want to stand out.

I am me.