Looking back to the time
not so long ago in years
lifetimes ago in emotion
when all looked so bleak
and death took the time
to stare me in the face
three times visiting me
his eyes an empty abyss
I should have been gone
reduced to a memory
a set picture in a frame
sitting of a family shelf
but somehow I didn’t
I got through it all
the body did recover
the soul took longer
I am almost recovered
I am in a better place
I will be fine I think
I now look to others
look to the broken
and the very brave
who are now where I
once stood in despair
I care for them all
and do try to help
as much as a can
with words of hope
that there is a path
out of overthinking
out of the sickness
retracing you steps
to the real individual
that you always were
who got lost in life
regardless of fortune
it is a good feeling,
realizing you need to
stop trying to control
events in your life
to stop the pretense
the performed appearance
manipulation of judgement
of other people who
don’t really care for
who you really are
or what you do
actually never did
and for someone
to fall into this trap
is no call for shame
for we all fall in it
at some point in life
in various degrees
but the consequences
are different for people
but the people who are
the broken and the brave
will find their way back
with a lantern of hope
and there you will find
your brother and sisters
who survived the pain
and found a way back
band of weary warriors
who are glad to see you
glad to have you back
back where you belong.
A.G. Munson
