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.

Goodbye

~ Harlan Didrickson 
I wonder if maybe 
This time it’ll stick 
Like the late April 
Snows which blanket with 
Heavy wet large snowflakes 
As if nature is 
Doling out double portions 
Maybe this time will 
Be the last time 
I mean how many 
Goodbyes does it take 
For something to be 
Over finally over finished 
How many coats of 
Paint does it take 
To hide the blemishes 
And the ugly scars 
Just how much makeup 
Will make bruises disappear 
If I keep going 
Back like the deer
To the now naked 
Branches doesn’t that make 
Me look like the 
Fool like the despot 
This one last final 
Goodbye must be the 
Spring for so many 
Believe that loneliness is 
Winter but limping love 
Is lonelier than snow 
Which does eventually stay

Maybe

~ Harlan Didrickson 
Maybe I’ve seen too
Much maybe I’ve felt 
Too little maybe I’m 
Too guarded maybe I’m 
Too guilty maybe I’m 
Old fashioned maybe I’m 
Stuck in my ways 
Maybe I’m intolerant maybe 
I don’t care maybe 
I should quit maybe 
I should stop maybe 
I should breathe maybe 
I should dance maybe 
I should laugh more 
And listen much less

Things

~ Harlan Didrickson 
I have things on
My mind deep things 
Difficult to say things 
Better thought about things 
Rather than spoken things 
Sometime things when somethings 
Fail to meet hope 
Types of things things 
To keep to myself 
Things things best protected
Lest they be trampled 
Too like my love

Cleave

~ Harlan Didrickson 
And with one quick
Blow my heart of
Which I was certain 
Has been cleaved in 
Half one side dying 
And the other pumping 
How does one say 
Goodbye to one part
And hello to another 
Even at my age 
I sit and wonder 
Even though this has 
Happened before I still 
Sit wondering not if
But when my one 
Heart will be enough 
For just eventually one

DoIDareGo

~ Harlan Didrickson 
I find myself in 
An odd place a
Place where my heart 
Having long belonged to 
Another road weary tired
Of trying to navigate 
The ruts of relationship 
And there in the 
Distance a new person 
Freshly paved and lit
A road absent of
Bumps and of potholes 
It is odd this 
Not the decision but 
Of the idea of 
Leaving behind what I
Know for something that 
I know I don’t