Bummed

I kind of "melted down" today. I don't really like it when that happens. I used to take this "lying down". I used to just slink off  by myself. To let the voices tell me what they always say. You know same old lines, same old lies: "you suck, you are a waste of molecules, ...et. al.
I'm fighting back more lately. Using any & all means at my disposal. You may defeat me... but not without a fight. Not without getting some scars of your own. [Wolverine & Beast aren't the only ones with claws]
So here we go...

a poem:
DAYS

Somedays

You want to crawl in a hole & die

Somedays

You want to give up

Somedays

you want to take the longest walk

till you just fall over

in the middle of nowhere

and exhale

somedays

you want to fight

somedays

you just want to hang

with the people

you don’t have to explain anything to

somedays

you want to write

till your hand hurts

somedays

you want to get alone & scream

somedays

you just can’t stop laughing & feeling

fully alive

hold onto these days

with all your might…

by b.e. noll