PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

its a blur. its been and will continue to be nothing but fast foreword.
I took a risk. a bittersweet risk. to come back to myself.
I found clarity. the clairvoyance I have sought out for in the begging.
I categorized desperation as a passive emotion.
Until my manic depression snapped.
and I did way with my self prison.
I broke free.
lick my wounds of uncertainty
to find out its much better to be on the other side of proficiency

I threw away my thoughts shackling me to a place few will hear me speak of.
I carry this place with me even tho I am gone.
gone again. But I have been found in this classic case of irony.
It was in my blood all along. It just took me to reach great depths to do what is right.
The elastic band snapped and I rose to new heights in my life.
the year of hibernation is in my rearveiw mirror.
It will be there. forever. reminding me I have worked hard for my happiness.
Trust me I won't do anything to jeopardize this.