Friday, September 22, 2017

The Calm. An original poem by me.

That calm before the storm.
Before and maybe after
You know, that one time when everything is quiet.
After all the lightning and hurricanes and rain
After all the destruction
In actual storms and actual life,
When the rain stops and the sun peeks in for a time.
Okay not peeks, but actually fully shines
The time when things seem to be going okay.
At first you’re reluctant
Like, this can’t really be real
Especially when life has been so bland for so long
It comes as kind of a shock
Like when you realize you have money in your pocket
You don’t feel like crap and it doesn’t feel bad
You start to want to feel active
Doing things you never wanted to do
And doing less of the things you did to clear your empty depressed mind
You feel refreshed, happy to do things
Work is easier, words and ideas flow through your mind
You feel more confident about things your anxiety kept you from feeling good about
It feels nice

Life actually feels nice again

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