December 22nd

Words don’t come as easy, thoughts are not as nice

Subjects far too cheesy, repeated once or twice

Now I’m not controlling, now I’m out of bounds

Preparing for consoling and hearing sorry sounds

Where once I had energy, where once freedom reigned

I’m lacking moral synergy, and feeling talent feigned

Once more unto the breach my friends, once more pen to pad

Once more to project that never ends, once more to raving mad

It wasn’t meant to be this hard, it was meant as a soft gesture

Now I’m feeling mentally scarred, as draining starts to fester

But what of feedback mentioned, what of the positive thoughts

Wouldn’t that help to aid ascension and help find the path that is sought

It’s only by writing and reading, it’s only by growing inside

That you’ll find the path for proceeding, you’ll get back into your stride

So take bad, the ugly and good make best use of all feelings

Without the down times and deadwood, you’ll never know you need healing