Someone somewhere please sell me a bottle of zen…
I want to write something happy again
Of late grief and heaviness have been my closest friends
I fear this downward spiral may never come to an end
if I don’t pick up my magical joy-giving pen
and write out my happiness again.
I want to write words that comfort and soothe
Of late I’ve had such melancholic moods
I can sit for hours in self pity to cry and brood
and I may continue to feel spit-out and chewed
if I don’t write words that comfort and soothe.
I want to tell stories that teach people how to be free
Of late I’ve not been able to see past my own grief
but if I can find my faith again, I’m ready to leap
to say a prayer because my heart’s one and only plea
is to tell stories that remind me how to be free.