I try to type, but I have lost my soul. I try to express my feelings from the inside but I get writer's block. I take some time to think about how I can get around this all. I want to begin to tell you about my new journey, but I feel there is no where to begin. I could list the facts or just type about my life since the last time I've blogged, but I don't feel ready. So, I turn my memory back to a time in my life that was sad but also, an inspirational time for me.
I go back as far as six years ago. I lost a soul that not only gave the best hugs, but had took life for what it was worth. He was truly inspirational to his entire family. By his death, I learned he loved poetry. I found it instrumental to me that he left behind not only a loving family but a legacy too. I was inspired. I wanted to start to write poetry too. I did know how to write poetry, nor was I an expertise in the subject. However, I did know that I had profound thoughts that could help me and others as I write. So, I leave all my readers with my latest and greatest poems that I have wrote:
SUICIDE
There's nothing to hide
nor do I pride.
There is no joy
in everyday toys.
There's not enough pills
to get me over the hills.
No matter how hard I try.
So, please don't pry.
You may or may not be there
but I seem not to care.
So, take your box of tissues
and leave me to my issues.
It's by a leap of faith
that I don't misbehave
and turn to the light,
to embark on my flight.
MY STRIFE
My thinking isn't the same
and I'm feeling a little insane.
All I want to do is cry
but, I'm afraid people may pry.
The truth will remain a mystery
and I'm afraid it will become history.
Please let me feel my freedom
So, I don't become incoherent.
I want to disappear into nowhere
and look elsewhere.
My past will be the past
and this too shouldn't last.
My future is bright with life
and it's not full of strife.
My thinking isn't the same
and I'm not ashamed.
- A.N.T.