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Beautiful Days
Beautiful music plays
while I remember—the worst—
most beautiful days.
still as the evening air
For some reason, people
just keep on sticking around—
no matter how I push them away.
And God knows I’ve tried, yet
still as the evening air
they remain, willing and shifty
to see me from my darkness
onward, till dawn.
A message from that time I cut myself off from the world. (circa 2009)
What I lost in my depression
What developed over time
Who grew within my absence
Who called but couldn’t find
The person who they once knew
Who only wished to die
Where deep within my fortress
Of solitude did I
Salute them in their merit
Who tried from time to time
To free me from my burden
Which words could not describe
Though even in my heartache
I never told a lie
But took pride in them knowing
Their strength I too could find
That’s why I keep them with me
Past lovers, friends, and my
Gratitude for suffering
This awfully fragile mind
Grown with understanding
Like fruit picked from a vine
I’m grounded by their blessings
And grateful for this life
Breathe
To breathe is a gift we often overlook
though each day we are granted this ability.
Today, breathe deeply, fully
and accept that you are worthy,
to breathe.
In the company of friends
I knew I wasn’t kidding anyone
I just never knew how obvious I was
Until they told me and then, well
I just felt a little dumb, but glad, really
to be in the company of friends.
I am grateful
Be grateful for what you have,
be it fruit,
family,
or a roof overhead.
And if you’re with someone
who’s grateful for you,
I am grateful.
I am whole.
No longer is the time
to judge what we do not understand,
but rather embrace it.
So easily forgotten
is the ability to learn something new
each and everyday.
To venture the world
and to take a chunk of it mindfully
was told to me once,
and though I’ve stumbled
I’ve never forgotten.
Yesterday’s world is no longer today’s
as yesterday’s confusion fades
my compassion continues
and my gratitude grows
with peace and understanding.
I am whole.
the air of my ancestors
I fill my lungs
with the air of my ancestors
knowing my purpose
is their peace.
Words Of An Average White Male 