Taking Life by the Hands.

I’ve always shied away

from happiness,

I thought it was just

a dream,

but it seems everyone

is content.

I wonder how long

I’ve spent looking into

darkness.

Wondering how I can

dig my way out.

I used to shout at

myself because

I never knew what

it was to live.

I just hope I can

forgive myself for

taking a few years

out.

Waking up to see

leaves, and colour.

Hearing the love in

my mother’s voice.

Asking how we

got here.

Drinking beer.

Feeling my heart thump

for the wrong people.

Wearing clothes

that others would

hate.

Waiting for the

good around the

corner.

Hearing the sea

crashing against

the sand.

Respecting other faiths.

Slowing down to see

the world.

My ears can only

take in so much.

My eyes can clearly see

the mysteries of

life.

It has taken me

a while to get here,

but now I don’t fear

what is ahead.

Whatever hits me is just

a bump,

a scar that marks the land.

I’m learning to take

life by the

hands.

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