Two tears run down my cheek

Would be easy to give in to the outlook so bleak

To break, to be quiet, to give in and sink

Turn off my brain, never so much as think

Live as the rest do

Sucked down into melancholy blue

To complain, depressed

Slog on until the eternal rest

But I won’t be like you

Any of you

I’d rather die trying to live a life of feeling

To keep on with this infernal struggle of healing

Than to close off, to break

On with life then, myself I shake

I will build something new

I swear this to be true

If all I have are words, then them I will write

Until, one day soon, I will make myself right.

~ June 23, 2024