poem 9

"when I was sad I had no where to turn to 

I had to face it 

at times the feeling 

was that I wouldn't make it 

the room got bigger and I got smaller

the days got shorter and the nights got longer 

I couldn't escape the feeling

trying to hold on to something that's leaving

looked forward and inward

trying to feel better

doing the things I love

starting to feel better

looking back now and it's better

those feelings that felt like forever

are now fornever."