I sat there in my closet,
Crying at what I couldn’t have.
A perfect life with nothing to fear,
But this was something I could never have.
I cried and broke my heart many times over.
I was trying not to blow my cover.
I wanted it all the end,
The hardship, pain and suffering.
So I came up with the perfect plan,
Of this there was no bluffing.
I would sit there in the snow,
Until my tears begun to froze.
I would sit there forever,
Till I couldn’t feel my toes.
I would end it all in a quiet snow,
It seemed something nice to do.
But then, as I sat there crying,
There came along you.
You looked me in the eyes,
And held out your hand.
You smiled and you nodded,
Giving me a friendly command.
“Get up and walk again” you said
“ there is nothing to fear.
Sit her any longer
And you’ll never know who was really near.
“ you may be sad and frustrated,
Over things that you can not have.
But these are things that are impossible,
But they are something everyone had to have.”
As I sat there is the snow,
Listening to you.
I came to realize,
That what you said was true.
But still I could not walk again,
I wasn’t strong enough.
I wasn’t ready to face my fears,
Not when I knew I’d have if rough.
“ I will help you in what you need to do,
But please stand up and walk again.
For you life is much to precious to you.”
I shook my head and sat there,
Not wanting a scene 2.
I just sat there is the snow,
Watching to see what you might do.
You did not walk away,
You just sat there with me.
“we all do not wish to go on,
In some point in our lives.
But we all must remember,
That people do not want us gone.
We hit a fork in the road,
But it’s easy to turn back.
when you build a tower of worries,
it becomes a leaning stack.
So please get up and walk again,
For life is not so bad.
Get up and walk again,
And realize what you never knew you had.”
I nodded and stood up, wobbling at first.
And I thought it was a miracle.
I had gotten up and walked again, and I didn’t feel worse.
But you were no longer there,
Just a figment in the snow.
I wanted to call out to you,
Wondering where you could possibly go.
You never came back,
And I kept on walking.
You never showed up,
But I missed you and your talking.
But I will always remember,
If I hit the fork in the road.
To get up and start walking,
For that is what I have been told.
And yet another picture that I drew. I have to say that this is one of the pictures that I am pretty proud of. as I have said before, drawing is a way of expressing my feelings and emotions. iu tend to draw better when I have an emotion inside me. and if you say anything about the picture and starting calling me out on it, I will be very mad, not totally angry, but mad and hurt because of it. I don't feel like this everyday, so no calling me out on it ok?