To the ones who love, to the ones who care
My hat is off to you, along with my respect

So many people lose track of what life is really about

If you are in a bind with problems
It is because you put yourself their

A problem is only a problem it you let it be
It was once a circumstance that you did not deal with

Life is hard enough on it's own, be responsible
Love and Care, you will then have things come to you

I am brittle, not broken.

I am fragile, yet stronger than any part of me that ever begged for mercy from the sweet darkness that inhabits my silent hours.

My diagnosis will not define me. It is but a drop in the oceans of love that swell and ebb behind my vacant stare.

My mind may be tainted, it will often descend into darkness but it ascends to the light with such glorious grace that I am grateful for the duality.

I sometimes hold on too tightly as I quake amongst dreams of letting go.  White knuckles and curled fingers cling to the void that becomes my existence as my dark companion enters without pause or invitation and dances through my day with numbing ease. 

Today I will refuse to follow.