No more excuses
I have no more excuses
now just one reason
to explain it all simply
now is the season.
The stealing, the worry
the chaos, the pain
the highs and the lows
drove me insane.
Failed at marriage
flunked at work
somehow I always thought
that “they” were the jerk.
The troubles life has
I’ve seen more than my share
I thought God gave them to me
because He knew I could bear.
From the bad choices
about love and about money
to the bad decisions I made
for you, my honey.
The worrying, the moods
it all has a name
the anxieties and depression
all one in the same.
I have the answers now
my life seems so clear
I am embarking new adventures
my mind no longer a smear.
The puzzle is complete
what an arduous task
Every piece where it belongs
and I can take off the mask.
With this one reason
I completely understand my life
I no longer look behind me
I no longer have that strife.
I no longer have that turmoil
that raged a war in me
I will be a better self
Life will be better, you’ll see.
I see hope in my future
for better days to come
for true peace and serenity
for all days, not some.
k.ley
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I sure liked the first poem; it had meaning and hope. Of course, nothing is ever solved totally in life. There's always a new struggle. But discovering part of who you are and accepting it is amazing. Since I've done that, I can forgive myself and cut way down on my shame. That doesn't mean I can get a decent job, or be the life of the party..yet. But I don't care as much as I used to; my anxiety is way gone. And I'm unmedicated.
But I have to admit I really got nothing out of that "cordalette" poem. Hate to be dense, but what the heck is it anyway? No sense of humor, I know.
Mig58
You have to be a roper to understand.