Why am I not surprised that my brand new friend would love Sara as much as I do? And why am I not surprised that you would write not one, but two poems that deal with the exact same conclusions and thoughts that I dealt with this past week? Blown away would be more accurate. Here is a piece I just submitted for publication- if the two of you are not publishing there you should be-Sammi sent me: Living in the rose petal haze of all rightness induced by man made mind controllers. Paxil® Zoloft®, Haldol®How many are there? Name a symptom-pop a pill-life is good. Feel bad today-pop a green one. Gained 5 pounds-pop a pink. Can't cope, can't handle-what? Life?That's all there is. Facing down the dragons is kind of the point of it all. Isn't it? How strong I am, how strong I can be, I can only know by doing.It's ok to run away and hide for a while. Feed my mind and body and soul while I bide my time. But eventually- I must go face the challenges whatever they may be. Head on for there is no other way. I win-I live. http://urldr.net/k82
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