If I hadn’t
got here myself
I wouldn’t have
believed it myself
it’s actually indescribable
this lacking complaints
this saying that
no everything’s good
my life works
and finally all
the pieces fit
and wrinkles ironed
it’s almost suspicious
being this happy
because you know
you’re not really
supposed to be
at least that’s
what we’re told
Author: Harlan Didrickson
I first started writing this blog as a way to refocus my thinking after a debilitating mental breakdown in 2008. Having been educated in writing, I had hoped that my love for words would have left a trail for me to follow and, well, here we are.
Lot
I don’t have
a lot but
the lot that
I have is
enough and the
enough is so
very much to
me and mine
Stories
I had lunch
with seniors today
and thought about
the thousands and
thousands of stories
that they lived
and I knew
that I was
in a library
for mountains tell
no tales only
people ever do
Blue
Blue I see
top to bottom
except for white
as an afterthought
of perhaps night
or maybe not
maybe smoke or
perhaps days haze
that’s hanging just
beyond my curiosity
let it be
I do think
let it go
it likely stinks
Promise
I don’t promise
unless it’s guaranteed
so many nowadays
promise to promote
or to protect
their selfish interests
they say whatever
is necessary to
get what’s wanted
but not me
I’m my word
if I promise
consider it done
whatever it is
whatever it takes
for my promise
is all I
have for you