I miss somebody not
Someone and not everyone
Somebody heretofore yet unknown
That somebody who might
Turn into that someone
But then of course
I’ll miss him too
I guess that it’s
Me that I miss
Me most of all
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.
Want
I want someone different
The different isn’t available
So I must choose
Settle for what I
Don’t want or remain
Alone gambling on destiny
It’sComing
Change is coming I
Can feel it everything
Can yes even us
Things have cooled going
From hot to chilling
Soon the edges will
Entertain ice and will
Creep over everything this
Is how everything goes
At first shiveringly thin
Eventually barren and lost
Lines
Drawing lines in sand
Creating boundaries protecting same
Doesn’t make me mean
It makes me stronger
I have learned this
At my own expense
And another’s wealth while
Leaving hearts pockets empty
It shall be this
And not like that
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Strength is one thing
And power is another
Power is taken or
Assigned it is corrupt
It demeans and disgusts
But strength burns in
The hearts of righteousness
It is the flame
That attracts and drives
It will overcome power
Strength is the hope
Taking back what’s stolen
