The other day I took a break from writing to sit outside,
something I do for inspiration, to clear the head, or just for the fresh air.
Most times, I have paper and several pencils next to me to capture those stray
thoughts and ideas.
A conversation from the previous night gave me this:
Past Years
We faced failure
Fought evil
And walked through darkness
Our hearts shattered
Tears fell
An empty soul left behind
Look closer
A speck of light in the fog
With it a purpose to life once more
Have faith in the future
Let go of the hurt and anger
Choices made in the past belong to the people we were
Not to the ones we are today
8/9/2013
Very beautiful. This poem makes so much sense to me, more so then it would have even a year ago as I struggle with my own bipolar battle. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteIs this, how you fell with bipolar?
ReplyDeleteThe poem fits life in general. Most people evolve through the years to become a different person. The choices made in the past fit at the time. But as we learn who we are, we can make better choices. Bipolar can make us feel lonely. There's always a light ahead. Someone willing to listen, to share, to help.
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