I’m Not Dead
- ^^^ android apps don’t allow me to caption images. This photo I took of a card at Target ^^^
I’m not dead.
I was depressed.
At times I seem to shake it. Often times I’m consumed.
Stuck in the confines within my head, trying to escape.
I see a light and reach, but feel ashamed as I assume.
Assume others feel my absence and consider I’ve moved.
On to new and better prospects, although I wish were true.
I’m still here. I’m still me. I’m still alive.
Still hoping for the lining of silver.
Looking toward a horizon, so near.
I can feel the ebb and flow of the ocean, so clear.
Drowning out of fear,
I know what I hold dear.
I know I’m a writer. I feel it deep in my soul. I’m here to touch the earth with all that resides inside my thoughts.
Patients is a key element to a writer’s pursuit.
I’m not a poet, nor try to be. I know rhyme is a key element but there I is much more between the lines.
This is not a cry for help. Just a place holder for the time.
You’ll see me soon, within my words. I promise, I am fine.