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a world of being with loved ones for entire life
but you still feel empty like your alone
when the light slowly fades and shadows come
a person comes with the brightest light
as they give you some light you start seeing things
nothing is grey or white now filled with the color of freedom
without chains trapping you to the point you can't move
in an empty box that slowly gets smaller while it gets darker
as other see happiness i see something different
like colors you don't know
if your truly seeing the same thing
you might see yellow but i see gray
as some may be a colorful wind
might be a storm brewing inside
as you see a mask im hiding in
i see through that mask of happiness
maybe im smart maybe im pretty
but not enough maybe
im successful and skilled but
not enough, to my eyes
as other judges on how others are best im judging
myself of not enough in my own eyes
a person that seems who has the best life is different in their eyes
well to fix one's problems is to face it even if they don't want to

well to fix one's problems is to face it even if they don't want to

my 50th poem
a shadow in a meadow in a sunny day
a dark shadow as the sun shines brightly
the only shadow in the meadows as there is a single tree
under the tree is a lonely shadow in a calm meadow
a peaceful wind the goes everyday sometimes it rains
it's different maybe something will happen but the hole in the shadow
that's never been filled but it's always been there maybe it's just a peacefulness if the meadow and the sun shining brightly
running trying to get away
but it is always there with me
I try to hide from it
but it's hiding with me
the darkness everywhere I go
is making it darker making me trapped
in a box that feels tight even though
there is so much space like i'm alone
maybe there is something to a light maybe
but the darkness is hiding it
run
it's coming
the feeling of it's presence
I don't know when, where, or what it is
but it's coming and I need to go
I try to hide but only for it to come closer
I try to ignore it for the feeling to be stronger
then it found me it's no monster or person
but my own shadow is coming back stronger than I remember
a flame on a fire pit
a pit of hope that carries
a flame of happiness
fire stayed brightly alone
until there was a person came
threw sticks in the pit
which grew brighter as the warm intensity
making everything warm with happiness
as the person kept throwing sticks on at the fire pit
the fire pit of hope grew so did the flame burning with passion
until the person left then the flame seemed shorter colder
seemed like it might go off with a single blow hoping for another person
to put some sticks to make it grow but nobody did so it went out
as the embers burns waiting hoping for something
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