This is for those who struggle incessantly
I love you

I write to my heart's content
And I do this, being hell bent
On making a wonderful dent
In the things I talk about

I discuss concepts like mental health
Not to mention, to believe in yourself
And not in religious mysticism

I used to get by with my eyes wide shut
With wearing blinders and being dumb
But, not anymore
Not with how I see the world

If religious texts made sense
I would follow them as my guidebook
The good life is when you have everything to lose

One more reminder
I'm aware that for me
That I may flounder
I may wobble
And I may waver
And all of that's A-okay

My intent is to make sense of
What I can make sense of
My world and my life
Where I struggle to stay alive
Most days are better than some