Life & Stuff, Poetry, Thought Capture, You're As Mad As I Am (Mental Health)

Crafting your life – Poem

Trying to hold onto the paper,

but it tears and tears,

they fall.

Cages lock me in.

Every way you look, there’s

bars. I’m trapped.

Foolish to think,

I could ever be free.

Freedom is an idea,

That can’t be made real.

But we build

Build

Build.

Chip away at the edges,

Try to create the right shape

For the holes we want to fill.

Climbing stairs.

There is no elevator.

But what if there is

no top?

An endless mountain,

Ever climbing

Climbing

Climbing…

The air is thin

Up here.

I can’t breathe.

Where’s the light gone?

Does it shine?

Do I shine,

anymore?

Am I lost?

Where did I leave,

My family?

My friends?

My partner?

My dreams?

My mind?

Were they left

Behind?

Who reaches the top

of the mountain

but an empty shell?

A vessel of anguish?

A ghost of a person?

A lonely loner all alone?

I remember that

I must remember:

When crafting a life,

You must use the right tools.

A potion of success,

An elixir of life,

Can only be acquired with:

Laughter

Memories

Love

Friendship

Trust

Time

Kindness

Gratitude

Patience

Wholeness

Passion

Help

Pace

Truth

And,

Perhaps,

A lot of youness.

A complete, perfect, package,

Tied with a pretty bow.

The prettiest of bows,

One of scars

and stretch marks

and sores.

Then, and only then,

Will the life you craft,

Be worth living.

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