I'd like to be happy,
yet here I am.
I wish so much shooting stars get tired of me.
Maybe that's  why none ever come true.
I'd like to live life on two feet,
yet here I am,
crawling.

Sometimes I wish I were dead,
yet here I am.

Yet here I am

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Ok, let me get this straight..
actually no.
I don't want it straight..
straight never went .. straight
to what it's supposed to lead to

Let me get this curved?
maybe that would help
then again..
curved is straight with a dent
what if I have multiple
d             n                        s
    e                           t

Then let me get this dented?
ups and downs?
urgh... de ja vu...

Let me get this...
now..
that's more like it ...

Cries for help
Are not cries for attention
I mean
Sometimes
A little attention
Is all that person
Ever really needed
Just to know
You're not alone
You're not the only one
Who lies awake at night
And waits to die
I'd be a lie
If I said
I haven't tried
And these people
With their masks on
They tell me
All you ever write about
Is suicide
But they're wrong
I write
For hope
I write
To cope
I write
To let you know
You're not alone

It's ok not to be ok

Take your bucket
Shiny and new,
Over to the spicket.
Now,
Try and turn it on,
Get all the water
You can
Sometimes,
It’s going to be
A nice stream
Other times
Drops,
If anything.
Now,
Don’t be alarmed
We’ve all been there.
Now,
Sometimes,
You can’t bring yourself
To carry the bucket
So take a rag,
Wet it all you’re willing
Back to the bucket
Squeeze in what you can
Rinse
Repeat
Until
Satisfaction.
Sometimes,
There will be too much water
All at once
The bucket
Will fill
Will overflow
Will spill.

Take a breath,
In
Out
Take a step back
Reclaim
The situation
Make the bucket
Yours again.
It’s only a bucket afterall
Right?

My advice?
Don’t show off
The bucket
It’s yours
Only yours
And no one else cares.

What they care about?
How you use the bucket.
To nourish
Or
To horde.

I know how angry you must be.
I feel anger, too!
Right now, probably all you see
Is emptiness for you.

It isn’t fair. That’s for sure.
Are you painfully asking why
Of all to choose from, God, why her?
How could He let her die?

Soon, an answer will work for you
And its sense will calm your mind.
It may take a year, or a month or two,
But you’ll know when it’s defined.

After that, you may be surprised
When you look up and see
That the world had not exercised
One pause for sympathy!

It kept right on turning,
And it’s still right here.
And by then you will be learning
That you are, too, my dear.

By Robin Stacks
copyright 2017