I decided this morning
That I would no longer
Write words that express
The futility of life.
It is time that I grasp
At the straws of hope
And express the joys that
I feel.
No longer will I wallow
In that self defeating
Vein of thought.
It is a new year
And I realized that
I
Was doing myself harm
Everytime I wrote at those
Times
Those thoughts that
From inside my
Head.
I’ve come to grips with the
Thoughts
And I feel that they were
Expressed
The best that I could
At the time.
Were they therapeutic?
The poems that I wrote?
I think they had their
Place.
They had their time
In my history.
But now,
I have to move on
I need to write
About what is real.
Not forgetting the past
But living for the
Future.
So many times
I felt that today could be
The last.
Now that I know
That I have a future.
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